P.o.s. - What's That Buzzing lyrics

... Doomtree crew, Rhymesayers Entertainment, we'll hang out here, do a little bit of that old a... Patterin' batterin' Splatterin' words Over beats No dead chatterin' Cattlin' sheep's streets I'm rattlin' scenes Drummin' the beats To clear the breach So fear can reach The loose leaf Yeah riggity Rickety Pete Cough up kings Like who's sicker than me? Spit up bling And lumps of nicotine You lung bu*ter Some on my tongue With a ton I'ma __________ Mother f**er Mother f**er freeze Promise of somethin' Geez! These other emcees Don't bust their seeds They duds they wet wicks Don't burn Concerned for cash They showin' their a** Like gaucho pants Like Graucho's stash I'm livin' the matches Out past yeah f** 'em if they can't breathe my smoke f** 'em if they can't learn to cope f** 'em if they stereotype right I'll rock the boat Don't give a f** if they don't I don't hide out No no no I'll do me You do exactly who you think you should be No no no This ain't a choice It's a breathe It's a blink It's involuntary It's swim or it's sink For a stone like me With the right amount of spin You could skip Leave ripples Dip, live simple as a Young cat Road never play ya back Black with a black flag patch On my hat said...