[Intro: Mr. Krane]
Remix, motherf**er!
Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!)
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain
And you better follow instructions, I said (get up!)
[Verse 1: Mr. Krane]
I call myself the blackest motherf**er in the history
I kick your f**ing a**-hole and spell you with mistery
I spoil you with my motherf**ing middle fing-er
And your future will be odd, Tyl-Er The Crea-Tor!
I'm the magician of the word, I am rhyming the curses
I'll k** you with my boom-stick and show you no mercy
Your flow sounds dumb, and your songs are just the wack
My flow is an AK, I'll make you, motherf**ers, s**!
The pussies are often trying to be clev-ra than they can
I know some of these hoes, I like to burn 'em witta gas can
I hope that every boy like Juicy J will find his Miley Cyrus
And make her scream so f**ing loud that it'll be heard on Cyprus!
I don't consider every b**h to be the walking hooker
But if I look at her and see the s*ut then Freddy Kruger
Will come into my place and take this b**h on highway to hell
AC/DC, respect my sh**, the female b**hes will yell!
[Hook]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin' paper, man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your hands in the air, I said (get up!)
[Verse 2: Mr. Krane]
I don't give a f** about Hollywood and all its tricks
Makin' success in the US flow, American chicks
Plus you gon' understand me, bro...
What the f** I'm talking 'bout? Give me the drank'n'dro!
Academy Award and Grammy Winners can't imagine
How can I hate the swaggas knowin' nothing 'bout the fashion?
It ju' because I know what diff-a-res me from they
Aye, stop the tape, shhh... Homie, wait
Gimme a couple of minnis, lemme busa rhyme
I'm not the Rhymes without Busta, I won't let it die
The TDG, okay, I'm going, homie, turn it on
These Grammy b**hes can't imagine what the f** is on!
I dropped EP two years before, this sh** was taken cla**ical
Now I have started taking pills, I'm witnessing the ma**acre!
This f**ing television always make the brains washed
Why can't we take the shovels to make this f**ing monster's skull crushed?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mr. Krane]
I'm a soldier of hip hop, and I need a couple more
Beautiful clever fans to discuss with them one who*e
We've been chatting for a week, I think she is cheating me
She calls me Russian Eminem, but I'm just rapper, an MC
When is her birthday, huh? I don't remember!
September 21, I think I'll remember forever
But what can be a cool gift? b**h, I don't understand
What do you want from me? A trip to the land of sand?
Nah, baby, f** that, I know what I can give to you
A little chipmunk, and you will say that it's cute
I kiss you in your lips and f** you in your a**
And then I'll leave your home and fly the f**ing business cla**!
Alright, b**h, I am sorry, you f**in' think I'm horny?
Then I will just accept, my only teachers were the p**nos
Created by some b**hes: Lisa Ann and Sasha Grey
I am freestyling this sh**, man, it's not a game!