Scott Styles - Goonie Flow lyrics

[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?