Yea, hey yo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea,
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
sh** bu*ter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash sh** regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the b**hes and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot bu*ter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my b**hes, box cutter (cutter)
Articulate! Feels so great
That I can bless my n***as with sh** they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all n***as can take a nosedive
sh** so live b**hes want to give me a high five (five)
f** it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and f** b**hes who love to hold (hands)
Foul sh**, way out of order
f** sh** up leave b**hes hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live sh** come on n***as do what they want to (wanna)
Alright b**hes, now show yo' a**es
The sh** we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the f** up)
We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping)
(we keep it gangsta motherf**er)
And it ain't no stopping the way that we goin' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't f**ing with me
(what the f**, c'mon)
Huh, you see I got so much new hot sh** stored
Got you giving me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my n***as applaud
My price tag, just to show up the sh**
Might be something you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice n***as like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now n***as know we rock on, co*k-strong
All y'all n***as is straight popcorn
Talk the trash, coming forth get past lie duke
Pa** shorty with the big horse a** (ASS)
Now ain't no stopping how we coming full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the sh** well done
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep sh** coming
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controlling the land, controlling the sea
Now we control the whole sky, perhaps make n***as collapse
Make b**hes shake they sh** to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, alright n***as! Now throw yo' hands up
The sh** we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the f** up)
We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping)
(we keep it gangsta motherf**er)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't f**ing with me
(what the f**, c'mon)
Yeah, this sound like, the music to Frankenberry or some sh**
The f**ing, groovy ghoulies and friends or something