PF Cuttin - Planet Apes lyrics

[Sean Price] GOON! P! Yo, Pantera and marijuan' A bag of tan in the travel on Backhandler, manhandle, Imam Sean Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan The best con in flesh, Sean's here Metal fragments on face, the teflon beard The ape is grape, the papes I make is great The weight I break on plates is shake, don't hate The flow is straight so no debate I'm holdin' cake, unload the eight Behold your face, bong! Clapper of the nine, rap rapper all the time Cat rewind that rapper rapid line's fine, I'm that Son grimy on the motherf**in' track I once threw 190 on a motherf**er's back Rap like somebody out already Slapped him hardbody, damn he out already Rebel handed tune, staring at the moon The metal bearded goon, P!