Foul Monday - Elmer Fudd lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Spit harder, P, rosary bead stigmata Booyaka, medulla oblongata, a shooter To the world I'm a hella thug Double barrel apparel similar to Elmer Fudd Duck season and big Ruck squeezin' [?] for no reason Peep the poems and the predicate, felon Tell 'em go home with the medal Go to your home Me and homey holding the chrome Got four fo-fos like I'm Moses Malone Gun shots, I'm bringing the thunder I'm mean, don't swing on the King of Zamunda I k**ed a cub as a Cub Scout Rub me the wrong way, b**h n***as get rubbed out I used to be a b-boy, b**h Now I spit gemstars, scar, keloid sh** P! [Verse 2: Starvin B] Line up the shots, I knock 'em down When I formulate a plot, your block is baccala Beats get ran through like sheets of bamboo Now they all learn to savor the burn from the grand crew Stake through the heart, hallucinate in the dark I create another shadow up in Sculpture Park 'Sposed to rock, a**imilate a culture shock And make ya spine disalign and get your pulse to stop Check it, let the record reflect my intellect And the ignorant disposition that never accept d**h Got a problem, you could meet us on the moon Haven't stopped kicking since a fetus in the womb I proceed to find freedom in the tombs While your mind still locked keeping weed inside balloons My steam in piss stream on datpiff You ain't gotta say sh**, just click it and that's it [Verse 3: Foul Monday] Yeah, you better handle with caution Anyone of my n***as'll cause a misfortune f** the flowers up and spit on the coffin The foulest brand baby, come and swallow these orphans Flow airtight like zip locks and body bags n***as is p**y and softer than vagina pads Playing hype like he sniffing some raw yay All it means is I be beating his a** the whole day You call it beef but I call it the entree Boy I serve it up cheap like I bought it from Conway F to the izzo b**h, no deal Punch you in production, my function is so ill Rap trinity is simply too real The epitome of lyrically sh**ting on your grill