Lil Cep - Crazy Bowls and Raps lyrics

[Verse 1: Whippersnapper] See MJ out on the floor and you will see the swimmer's body getting low Get so low, just let the body hit the floor See somebody hit the floor because they pa**ing out, it happened The club'll go unconscious if they see us out in action There ain't no doubt about it, the repercussions ain't pretty You hear that ba** though, yeah, that percussion's a ditty I went to Walgreens, bought some gum for like $8.50 Then I spit the wad out, that watermelon taste sh**ty If we never get heard, that would be a pity Cause we could inspire all the others thinking that they witty And show 'em what it's about The pencil, he gets it out, transposes a sick verse, rehearses and spits it out Lil' step for Lil Cep, leap for rapkind You prolly wonder: How could two men be that kind? You're wondering how out of a forehead with hat lines could come the sick bars, the rhymes, and whack lines He's bad--in fact, I am as well (that's what my momma say) If it's true? Time, it will tell (and that I'm promising) Though I'm not quite as bad when we are playing tennis I am feeling sorry for you when he's drilling like a dentist You'd better brush up like you've got a sweet tooth Or he's gonna take your wisdom and you'll have to eat soup When I'm thinking 'bout that nice bu*t, I'm thinking 'bout my girlfriend You're thinking bout that nice bu*t? You're thinking 'bout your world's end That rear-end, that worse end to be on that worsened your weekend I pee on that peon, that person who be on my nerves and I pre-call a hearse, then This song I won't curse in--not until this verse end f** [Chorus] Yeah, that's what we're all about Them other dudes we're calling out We're nuclear, we're falling out That Pontiac, that bomb react You wonder where your mommy at She's eating some salami at a f**ing Crazy Bowls and Wraps Yeah, this that f**ing Crazy Bowls and Raps While you kiddos pose and act I'm working my prose, in fact Ayo Cepillo, go enact the sk**s and flow we know you have [Verse 2: Lil Cep] Crazy bowls and raps, but not the sandwich kind The one that's spittin' bars, I'm out of my mind If you're wearin' gla**es, you look like you have 4 eyes I'm spittin' bars, like a poet I got more rhymes Cotton T-Shirts are my pa**ion, I pick 'em like a slave I'm not a party guy, I don't really like to rave If you're tryna mess with me, you got another think comin' If you in a track race, boy you better start runnin' When the beat drop, I better see you on the flo Get your body on the flo and I'll see it gettin' low Lil Cep's my name, spittin' verses is my game Young Whipper is the same but we and the ones to blame Gap Gift Card, an instant cla**ic My sh**'s hard, got proof to back it Lemme tell ya the truth, my name ain't Babe Ruth I got candy on my mind like i gotta sweet tooth Middle school s**ed, man I'm John Wilkes Booth No handlebars on this new bike, no p**y popped on that butch dyke No good mike, no dislike, but lil buddys i don't like Hit you in the face with a s**er, PIP, PIP, MOTHERfu*kER