Punchline - Hip Hop Circus lyrics

[Verse:] This ain't fatal Aspects is crackin n***a [?] It's a movement They got it looking like a circus out there Look at these clowns All these funny hats and raps Lions, bears, scarecrows Gimmicks acts Crack straps [?] That'll be jail Best believe I'll never go back Fatskios, snitch n***as Rap CEOs Cops with Glocks Peanut brains, pistachios Trashy hoes Jump like trapeze artists n***as like myself lookin like Look at these artists Universal circus Fulla clowns and cowards Kissing n***as on lips Nose opened, drowned in powder World a girls Most of em look like thugs Doing curls and pearls Sexing when they look like hugs, oh Tell me now is that or me Travel in groups Usually two or three Louis handbags, lipgloss Big a** shades Tight a** jeans lookin like the gay parade See the awards, call the radio for a ticket It's the hip hop circus n***as in line to kick it Hip Hop n***a, n***a, n***a You, you ain't, you ain't this Was a circus a clowns [repeat x2] Too many clowns and bozos with no flow These h*mos need to go and train like a mothaf**in dojo The flow's cold and the mojo which is so slow Think they hard but don't know They possin like a photo Crimes got it twisted These b**hes far from vicious They act suspicious For instance just check their lyrics The rap sheet ain't somethin you write your lyrics on You think you catchy too They act suspicious