Murs - A Prototype lyrics

[Intro] It's a prototype You know the type Anacron Gallery Netherworlds Big Alo Garden Family Circle And my DJ, Mr. Daze [Verse] It's The Garden Family Circle and Anacron ‘finna leave your blood curdled. The man is on Like an RC made by Ertl. Don't stand for long 'cause I hop, skip, and hurdle with damn-a'strong Westernized Olympic verbals. I ran the bomb Right from one end of the Earth 'til the Amazon Fck that sticky-icky-purple, and damn a bomb This is poppin' like a Burple retract to long Nggas try to rap and gurgle — I'll slam a Don If he's tugging at my shirt ‘til my grammar spawns Earfuls of profane curse bull, so can the brawn Unless you want to get some hurtful. I'll scan your jawn With a look that's making her feel a panty pond Between her legs, mushy like Urkel. I'll cram the wand In her crack like a gerbil, no pantalons! Anacron's a walking Herschel. From Grand to John Kennedy Airport the turf we'll be standing on We'll be blazing like fresh herbals. Man the song Will keep poppin' like a kernel, and slamming on Daily just like a diurnal . A jammer gone Nuts, like that fool Studs Terkel. I'll ban a pawn For rapping slower than a turtle. I am the darn Cutest thing you've seen like Nermal — It's Anacron Underground never commercial!