Numerous Q's - Krusty Krab lyrics

Yo, it's "f** Curbs" come through with a Ford Focus Flyer than four locusts, it's that straight to the morgue flowin' Your rap game funny as excerpts from George Lopez Said I'm more focused with every word spoken I leave my fans speechless, so now you're chokin' Said it's The Dream behind the boards crafting more dopeness And I'll be waitin' for the day that EN Records' doors open Keep slingin' crack 'til the day those doors closin' Until then I'll run the game 'til I got sore toes then I'll leave you who*es hopeless, look (x2) It's the Krusty Krab, motherf**ing Krusty Krab And I'm serving up beats like the f**ing Krusty Krab It's the Krusty Krab, motherf**ing Krusty Krab And I'm serving up beef like the f**ing Krusty Krab, yo Numerous, Q's.. Yeah Beamer boys boy, sike I'm swerving in a Mazda Don't got my license yet I'm swerving round in nada Pretty girls up in the cut, live it up you can't stop us NE got that crisp bread, nah that isn't matzo Look bruh I'm livin' for my family and my mama The second dude to rap these rhymes behind Kiwi with Mu Fasa Drums are sounding s**y, call that Tom-Tom foolery Bumping OF, white, they want nothing to do with me f** it though, Numerous Q's still bumpin' "Uncle Al" Listen kids, this is it EN's at the function now