Good morning Vietnam!
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for MC's
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains like Alain Prost
MC clowns, I blaze towns
I drag wheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies
I'm strictly T-Rex, 'n my raps just crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple
All you so-called rebels heavy metal cattle
Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like Red October, ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub? Patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce that it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss'
Good grief!
Industry check to mac and wanna know me
I kick against control untamed like wild pony
So holy like tony, attract like Coney Island
My style man, don't need no master flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard knock
I sport more techniques confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic? You stay ready with the casket
I throw a style, freak wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cheer
I crush MC jaws who oughta be chandelier
And drop the litter - on the quitter
The survival-rival gets stronger
Much fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese
More force than a s**ual intercourse
So MC's, please
Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a daze
With the wild funk blaze
Good grief!
One time for your mind now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Wagga Rep now
I write flavor like I was Wes Craven
People under my stairs steal like raven
Black with beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some sh**ty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, rhythm courser
I 'spect you to respect with the force, well of course oh!
Don't give me the lip
Like he thought that he could
I frown on bullsh** like my name was clint eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was guns 'n roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief