Pudgee tha Phat Bastard - Clap Your Hands lyrics

[Pudgee] I'm "Out For Justice" like Steven Seagal, so y'all bust this You know I come with a swing I swing it smooth with roughness Me and the Rascals, yeah that's the right hand to me Like Archie Bunker we keep it "All in the Family" You George Michael, a monkey's on your back So relax, I got wild stacks of raps you can't match Bigger and badder don't matter you can't get with The Kid like Billy who's nastier than Caligula So say hey HEY I come around quick And got everything covered like a condom on a dick I slow it down a bit, but I get real still To the point and very short like I'm Bushwick Bill To you and sooner or later I say real soon Bang zoom, like "Honeymooners" right a mental to the moon So don't hand me that mammy about a Grammy Youse a cracker like a cinnamon graham, clap your hands [Pudgee] I'm not a fan of soap operas but I'll be your "Guiding Light" Not a country singer but I +Yoakam+ like +Dwight+ From the streets y'all makin I think you should be takin notes For the simple fact you're "Out of Touch" like Hall & Oates Many places I've been many things I did From "The Jeffersons" to "227" along with Marla Gibbs Now I'm in the game yes the fame I had to have it To make musical magic for all of the demographics Take your pick I make these for those who cannot stand me Lyrically I'm burnin kids like the swiss nanny If beef is what you're lookin for then say so You better bring more n***as than Hammer does to a stage show Approach me in public and you're as good as dead And if I let you survive, you're wearin wooden legs No shame in the game, I'm the kid and like Evelyn Champagne Damn, clap your hands [Pudgee] You're gettin two choices life or d**h which one do you choose Move your pelvis like Elvis, "Blue Suede Shoes" Or be a part of the lives I've rocked The jailhouse rock, cause I clock, in every state on every block I got the crew for your existance to be erased But you couldn't get drink if I threw it at you in your face Charles Bronson, "d**h Wish", try if you wanna die But you don't know that I'ma break you up just like Guy You know the rhymer so it's best to be on your guard I leave you hangin like your girl when your joint ain't hard And next time your people see me at a jam In memory of your loss they'll clap their hands