Well if it isn't that outbreak monkey for the latest epidemic of the vapors
Bringing you the greatest live capper to date to get involved
To marry to the music,

Giving no quarter for those who would abuse it
Not even a bucket of dream, a !@%!e in a smile
Smoke in the pancake, not a pat on the back and hand shake

For me and wak %#@! is beyond hate
I'm evacuating the state, you making my glands ache
Me and my bags packed, the headphones are playing the soundtracks

My ears to your song is like teeth to blacker
Big speakers of feedback, quarter backs a sac the bottom line, now we don't need that
Yo your %#@! is crack Ends so much as, I never $#&@ with it and never will

Never used, never deal, never shot never cooked, and I really don't feel the appeal
How did you get a record deal? For real


It's the return of the super good, the authentic
You might want drama but we wouldn't recommend it
We shoot from the hip like hip hop's Dock Holiday

Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst and you can't freestyle
Who's next to step I'm the Huckleberry know

You wanna test we you must be crazy
You might be quick son but you no daisy


When I tell I'm at least 3 deep dolo
I'm not referring to the big and tall Polo
And I'm surely not bragging on your girl your joke mom and a magnum

Oh no, I'm much more classy, and I wouldn't stoop so low
See, he's referring to the royal we the righteous, unholy trinity
No hoes within at least 10 miles in the vicinity

Except for the blast holes peering through the innards of my enemies
Now who and for and against that make sense
When you recognize the size and don't straddle the fence

Let the good %#@! ride let the bull%#@! be past tense
Long gone no trace of evidence
Except for perhapse a finger and foot prints

Where we stomped you and choked you out
Or so it went, so I heard, so they say
I guess na confess when we smacked dab in the middle of the mess


Cause it's the return of the super good, the authentic
You might want drama but we wouldn't recommend it

We shoot from the hip like hip hop's Dock Holiday
Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst and you can't freestyle

Who's next to step I'm the Huckleberry know
You wanna test we you must be crazy
You might be quick son but you no daisy