[Intro]
I be in the studio, watching all these videos
Budget like it's movie dough, all these rappers booty though!
Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro
Put away the Zuby flow, k** ‘em with the Goonie Flow!
[Verse 1]
Uh, yo!
Venomous cyclone faster to flip
Eminent mic flow pa**ion to spit
Villainous psyche, compa**ion I skip
Thriller like Michael, jacked and I'm fit
And I'm quite sick no venereal iller
Gotta write scripts like a serial thriller
Better get rich like imperial scrilla
Cuz I make hits like a serial k**er
Black on black with the fashion to flip
I'ma make stacks with a pa**ion to quip
Gimme one take and I'm back with a script
Leave me one break and I'm back with a hit
Gimme one fake and I'm back with a stick
With his dome on a spike and a sack with his hips
And his back and his lips unattached from his wits
Cuz he ga**ed he was sick so I smashed him to bits
Now he's dashed in the six and I'm mashing the whip
Doing one-sixty blasting The Clipse
Thrashing the strip hit a patch with no grip
Spun around three times and I crashed in a ditch
Act and I split like a slash in a stitch
Got a gash that'll last and a rash from the hit
But I'm faster than Vick so I dashed to the sticks
To a hatch in a patch where I crashed and I hid
For 48 hours where the roaches are majority
Hate hiding like a coward but my freedom is priority
Said they found two bodies and I'm wanted by authorities
A rapper and a DJ who was constantly ignoring me
[Hook]
I be in the studio, watching all these videos
Budget like it's movie dough, all these rappers booty though!
Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro
Put away the Zuby flow, k** ‘em with the Goonie Flow!
I be in the studio, watching all these videos
Budget like it's movie dough, all these rappers booty though!
Looking kind of fruity yo, MC call of duty bro
Put away the Zuby flow, k** ‘em with the Goonie Flow!
[Verse 2]
Uh!
Y'all got a mil in dough? I got a million flows
Open a million doors and k** a million more
p**y is power in back of the brain
Pushing the power and packing the pain
Sinister shower to sadden the shame
Sinning is sour and sapping the sane
People like “Zuby you're rapping insane!”
Angry like y'all took a crap in my lane
Ripping up flowers and smashing the pane
And I'm k**ing you cowards and capping the lame
Flow like I'm boating and I'm openly gloating
I'm openly scoping and hope I'm provoking
You hope that I'm joking, I poke and you're soaking
I'm choking your throat like the smoking you're toking
I'm dope and you're broken my flow got you open
Industry terrible, rappers are hopeless
Focus and notice I float like a lotus
Above the mainstream while you ford like a Focus (chyeeea!)
You rappers are jokers, beat is complete but the rapping is bogus
Talk all you want about me but I'm k**ing it
Want to not move to this beat but you're feeling it
I'll get ahead of this heat till I'm winning it
Stacking up bread overhead that's con-ceiling it
Wake up the dead with a track they so riveted
I make a bed for a beat and I chill in it
Sk** is definitive never derivative
Thinking ahead you'll rewind it unlimited (chyeeea! ha ha ha) catch up
[Hook]
[Outro]
Are you down Zuby?