Flipmode mother$#&@as
Flipmode mother$#&@as
What the $#&@ you want

What the $#&@ ^!$$%
What you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% (We gon hit it down like this ^!$$% what)

Check it out

I be

Testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place

I pull stunts like evil kadeival
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathingil

Hurry hurry
Don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz

Leaving y'all ^!$$%s blurry blurry
Brew up some %#@! like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all

(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces

Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice

Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song

And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That's when I ask


[Chorus:]
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want

What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want

What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want

What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$% what you want
What the $#&@ ^!$$%


Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like rustle

Who really wanna tussle
Challenge the super saber in a ^!$$%
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica ^!$$%

Battle star Galactica cross my diameter ^!$$%
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular ^!$$%
Yo

So what it was my fault
That I had to bring this %#@! to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault

That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans

And watch your %#@! shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya
But I thank all of my ^!$$%s for saving ya

I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up

Slapping you up
Trapping you up
Holding you hostage

Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo
First she was sober

I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma

$#&@ y'all cubic zirconium ^!$$%s it's over
Closing in on all y'all ^!$$%s
While we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate
Confiscate your %#@! and dare your $$# to retaliate

That's when I ask

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