[Intro]
Yo, thanks for coming out
Get home safe
Don't hop the train, they raised the fine
To a hundred dollars
Peace
[Verse 1]
Yo, I hooked Bonita Applebum
It's a credit to my 5 star tacklebox
John Papelbon
Strong arm
I keep off off
On on
En garde
Look y'all, King Kong's balls
King Kong's bronze
Unconscious last March, Mardi Gras
Much like Wayne and Garth
Party on
Da da da dum da dum
Step in the octagon
I'm unflawed
I kiss food up to god
Love broads with broad badonkadonks
Know cats from the Bronx that could block LeBron
If not for wrong bonds with blocks they're on
Where ish gets sticky like baklava
Pugs plug hip hop where pops belong
Lads swing lance like Sir Lancelot
Cutla**es
Whew whew whew
Cut cla**es
Cuss, stuff caskets
Never once clutched Kafka
Or the cla**ics
Bad Catholics
Need more than a abacus
To count cribs where there're bare cabinets
A famine is amidst average Africans
Advantageous to inactive activists
My a**ets are a rich ad-lib acumen
As you can see a crisp grasp of a**onance
I never ask for a** I'm too masculine
But chicks fast with a** to give
Hillside Ave's crammed with applicants
Me and Anakin are quite an*logous
We both look good in black and likely to attack where any planet is
How could you blame the parents when you the parasites writing narratives?
The parody's so apparent it's so embarra**ing
When people think that hip hop lives
On Hot 9-7
Good heavens I'd rather catch HIV
Without Magic Johnson's medicine than listen to that ish
Hip hop's bigger like everything is in Texas
I rep Jetsons
Future rap
2 Hungry Brothers super producer rap
Supernat
Slash
Supercat
Slash
Who the cat you should catscan
Sandman
TBC