Today we have a very special guest.Could sell us, would relish, go better with my hot dog.Ask your bitch why she suffering from lockjaw.I rock raw like soft and hard.Competition often scarred from often bars.I'm out of this world and off to Mars.Getting smashed, rock guitars, get a clue.Scotland Yard, you ain't know I'm the best alive.I just testify, big and notorious, but I ain't red to die.I'll make you bleed, no need for red to die.It'll be blood, riddle me this little prenup.Married to the gang, scary and insane.Putting Mary in the Jane, carrying the cane.Burying your name, the box didn't float.My name appears nine times in the list.Where'd Throck Kim go on the top list though?I make manwiches, make sandwiches with the ranch.And Peter Pan on Neverland.Fell off long ago, but I will never land.Yo, what the *** is up?Fro Thizzle.Uh, they call me Fro Dirty Harry.Carry the heavy 4-4 weapon like hardcore Henry.Fro hard cold, sword chopped, sharp guillotine.Cold cocked, Fro woman is swarming like some killer bees.Under the mud, I appear with the right look.Face only your mother love.Stuck up with the deer in the lights, look.Buck up when I steer with the Pytook.Good fella brother, Jimmy Conway type crook.Did he convey my kush when all day I push?A good bag of green or the Bombay white stuff?Deep in the cut like artery, keep it tough in the armory.See ya bluff, you're my new target, be the one that be all mystique.I can preach and I be the great, it be calm.However, I can go eat me a plate of filet mignon.Like Paul Sorvino or be Anthony Quinn of Benghadi.And damn me, begin the artistry, had to go keep a part of me.Yo, Fro.Tell me who did it.Fro in the building.Copyright what up?Soul Theory.Copyright what up?Soul Theory.