Stay-at-home fad - Zen 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] 401 on black Friday busy Moving autobahn fast I guess I'll sidewalk stroll Without contact there's no crash If you want to move on, I'm way ahead n***a pick up what you left off, or suffer them litter laws Start me up, I'm car sick Turn me off, I'm car sick Seat belt, car sick Radio makes me car sick [Verse 2: KYA] Go to hell come back with the devil k** a mother f**er just for starting some trouble Kick the beat let it out let it flow Get high like a dojo Your dad supports your horse sh** Only thing he should support is abortion Because when I rap I get high off the letters They spell freely, but in the end I create the meaning Bout to blow off, Like a bomb, cause of rage Test the mace, make sure you ain't fake Your pushing flowers in my back yard The police came by asking where I last seen you last Told em' staring down my barrel till he heard a blast The rest is trash Ima keep k**in the beat like I payed for it Blew my load in her throat, had her close it down Now she wears an eye patch all over town Lyrically, physically I'm feeling it Put it down on this beat, get bloody water on my feet While I'm beating my meat the skin ripped off Choked you with it to d**h because your raps s** dick I'm tired of it I don't wanna listen no more So stop spittin your sh** and erase it all every single bit of it Get off the air, the mayor wasn't prepared for this scare That's why you shouldn't smirk You'll get took back to the time when I played with those bottles Back in the yard where I shot off my cap gun Buts its all over now I know your freaking in Like a coloring book I'm sneaking outside the line And over the fence like I caused a wreck on an opening bench Put to rest the rap that I k**ed Time to stop messing around with the wrong field