This is a joyous occasion, you have engaged the entire tribe in dance.
According to our customs, you are now married to my daughter.
I couldn't be happier.
Who wants it?
It's that musician with a screwdissin' super-cruise.
But in you, listen to my tunes flippin' out.
I rip it with a few different sounds.
It's up front and J-Man and new kids in town.
We've got the roof tippin' down.
Screamin' bloody murder in the booth.
Killin' clowns to keep the truth spillin' out of my white face.
I don't mean to be rude.
I'm usually polite.
But I don't know how to be rude.
I'm usually polite.
I'm usually polite.
I'm usually polite.
I'm usually polite.
I'm usually polite.
get it out of my white face I don't mean to be rude
I'm usually polite but I don't know how to say *** you in a nice way
Ignite flames with what I say.
Unpass blazing, leave mobile victims in the car crash at the gas station
If mans hatin' what I'm doin' tell it damn straight
Scram, Snake I ain't got the patience for your man streets
And who's say a new age of Rapper春 practitioner
wanting for who fakes.
I'd run up on the stage and say shut up another kooz-ray
It's too late, know For pure mayhem when the needle drops
So pass the pie to the guy and watch all your people
Who wants it?
Now you can't see us standin' there
You all new people comin' Wearing all these brand of stares
You man are scared thats we bring a bear to this bland affair
Grandma Pressings In Santa's lair and we don't plan to share
Who wants it?
Now you can't see us standin' there
You all new people comin' Wearing all these brand of stares
You man are scared thats we bring a bear to this bland affair
Grandma Pressings In Santa's lair and we don't plan to share
Who wants it.
In their mother ***er face already I take my place under stage
And then shade the belly.
bitches love to chop They hate the foul taste
From the illness spilling out of my brown face
It's up Fritzl and Jamiesl
Yeah
We blaze whizzle while you rave in taters
Who pick up my gun unit
Topless ravers I see sure I'm corrupt like Tromba DG
I'm buckin' with the geese R.S.G.V.
S.P. Van Habits on the rhythm it's a given
Yeah
Mad savage when I get a max get tortured
Sound systems get paralysed
Check the Fahrenheit when the crowds alive
It's the next thing
Like being 30 and still into wrestling
Cyber battling sit and clench it
If let's float on the MP class
Heads home because the new kids have set the bar
Who wants it
Can't see us standing there
You all knew we were coming
Why these random stares
U-Man are scared like we bring the bat
To this planned affair
Grobble presents and Santa's lair
And we don't plan to share
Who wants it
Can't see us standing there
You all knew we were coming
Why these random stares
U-Man are scared
Like we bring the bat
To this planned affair
Grobble presents and Santa's lair
And we don't plan to share
Who wants it
It's that rap poet with a mad flow
I'm the man, know it as I stand
Throwing planned poems
It's bank growing every time
The mic is in my thrift
I frighten rappers with a violent style
You'll find within my scripts
I'm full of grit with skills
I need to build and travel far
Flash it past you, couldn't keep up
With our skits, you've had a car
Feel the magic art inside my mind
Each time I've spat a ball
Make other rappers' hearts
Stop working, learning their hacking class
So losers, I guess it's time for you to stamp your feet
Unhappy how I'm flipping
Like I'm bouncing on a trampoline
Challenge me, this is what I do
This is my passion, gee
You end up in a iron
Collecting dust off on the mantelpiece
So it isn't worth the hassle, is it?
I tackle critics
While my army's leaving castles pillaged
Like raffle tickets
The chances are that you won't win
So pass the mic to the guy
You can see how you're coping
Who wants it
It's that rap poet with a mad flow
I'm the man, know it as I stand
Throwing planned poems
It's bank growing every time
Who wants it
It's that rap poet with a mad flow
I'm the man, know it as I stand
Got more presents than Santa's there
And we don't plan to share