Fu-Schnickens - Got it Covered lyrics

(Chorus) We got it covered We got it covered We got it covered Open ya eyes surprise oh my gosh Who that kickin that wrap he's super Just like cat atthough ya knew that The way we think is totally deranged Kickin sh** that's strange unifying our brains But holy moly it's the tall guy so make way As I conquer my styles electrifying I'll shock you more than blanka It's factual supernatural now bust the actual Picture as I fix as you sink into my mixture Yeah my styles is deep so get ya dictionaries I got ya name up on the frame from the obituary My stylistic is futuristic also simplistic Pack wit protein plus more flavor than a Mystic juice produce a dr. like seuss Could it be I'm livin triple Fat just like the goose on ya mark set go! Yo let's get physical it's critical scientifical my mystical Style will sting ya like a poisonous bug While I'm crashing threw ya wall like that kool-aid jug I got it covered (Chorus) Chadibbidy bibbidy yumpa yimminie Yo gimme the mic yikes I jumps like Jiminy (who?) Cricket watch me kick it hops an bust shots like Yosemite Remember me mister, I'm using these fists for Fury so hurry up put up ya dukes it looks like it's a flurry Kid I should know it Yo it's the poet watch my flow Get quicker every time I rip the mic here I'mma show it, it's the Crew in this to win this giving you the boot and if ya riff Or you're gonna wanna, I'm a comma shootin with My ray gun say some way I comes wit sh** to make ya dizzy when I gets busy kid And once it's said properly I believe no topping me No stopping me only barricades blocking me Cuz I'm buckwild, hostile now watch how I send dem n***as running for The Bible scripts Ducking bullets now ya clutch ya crucifix Learned all my styleses from the kung fu flicks Wanna battle area code 666 Cause it's the napper rapper Lyrics slap ya jab ya clap on, clap off After I freak the clapper This n***a freaks it keep it On the hush now peep it Got enough curses my verses so your f**ing, bleep it You herbs, you heard, the style, yes and the words I choose to use to bruise all crews and kick them to curb Yo it's a pity, ya itty bitty we ran the city From state to state from pole to pole whole kiddie committee got it covered (Chorus) Now vacate the premises I'm knockin out teeth So check ya dentisted my styles horrendous and tremendous Come wit more game than genesis But some say my word play can get real Obnoxious, the funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked Ya dig it! yo yo yo! we got them swaying, smokin like a stogie Trying to bite our style cause we're in like vogue yes! And we're comin wit the sheets, whole leap of techniques Brother way down yonder from depth's beneath His signs are weakening, damn no pulse! I think that he's dead, we're losing him Ahh f** it just cover his head, we got it covered (Chorus)