JuiceBoxBoys - CYPHER lyrics

[Intro: Incoppola] Yo, yo, yo Juice Box Boys Cypher Produced by DJ ALS Ice Bucket Challenge [Verse 1: LEAN POCKiTS] Juice Box Boys, we're in the house Other rappers s** like they have a dick in their mouths Spit fire, stand in front of me, third-degree burns You come to my hood, you've made a wrong turn Tempe, don't tempt me We com from places you can't see Juice Box Boys coming from the underground b**hes everywhere like a Fox and the Hound k**ing tracks cause I spit fire Like an Uzi Asian stereotypes so you know I'll be rolling sushi Hey, look, it's Joe Nah, man, it's LEAN POCKiTS The kid with the rapid fire mouth, I'm out [Verse 2: OG Marko] Juice Box Boys, we put in work Juice Box Boys, put 'em in the dirt Shoot you in the pee-pee and you know you get hurt It's not toothpaste, I swear it's jizz stains on my shirt I got the chrome, put it to your dome I got the burner, click-clack Knick-knack paddy whack, I give that b**h my bone I'm in my zone, don't let me get in my zone You know I got the burner These b**hes want my wand just like I'm Timmy Turner I'll hit you with these bars just like it's jiu jitsu Pa** the mic to J-Def, the cypher continues [Verse 3 (1/5): J-Definition] Rapper/singer, bring the best of both So blessed like we're next to Pope Frankly, Imma keep this extra dope ... [Verse 3 (2/5): LEAN POCKiTS] Yo, Joe I'm back again Rap Like I'm African, but with a lack of blacker skin If rap was a sin, I'd be a sinner The devil, I'm eating dinner LEAN POCKiTS, I steal the mic J-Def go take a hike Short kid but your dick's still short So, think you can rap? You're a little dork There's something in your a**, take out the cork [Verse 3 (3/5): J-Definition] Back and forth like I'm across the border Lately, been actin foreign Never catch me acting for it I'm on some Bollywood flow... [Verse 3 (4/5): OG MARKO] Yo, hold up, J-Def, Imma let you finish But you know that fufu lame sh**, I ain't really with it Every time you rap all I hear is "blah, blah, blah" Every time I spit, spit fire, gratata [Verse 3 (5/5): J-Definition] 16 with these 16's ya'll could say I do teen sh** I'm on Kanye, I ain't graduate, I been steady working on thesis We could get a V6, but that's before I hid the V4 up in the parking lot Ba** bump in that back seat I get the right song so she don't talk alot [Verse 4: POP A MARI] I'm the short kid but my dick's getting shorter f** your girl on the table, [?] Keeping all the b**hes, I'm a p**y hoarder Do your chores, f** you mom Shoot you with the llama, f** Obama, We praise Osama Mari in here, had to come with the feature Your mom sent me nudes Put chicken wings in her pizza Yin-Yang, slap you with my dangalang Let's run a train on a plane with a black guy from Detroit named Jermaine Left cum stains in your brain