作词 : Armstrong, Kelly ... Mad madness trashy brother from way back We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted your ho's gets busted Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools Went away came back your still wack Now your slobbin' Marly's mob for a **** track Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business Don't care about no money got props in it Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness" Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less Soul survivor of a thousand beats Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods [Incomprehensible] Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack I heard you think you got a chance to win But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace"[Incomprehensible] Well can I be the flavor of the month? WhyI got the flavor plus I can bump a chump I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin' Got ya screamin' for my album so I had to do somethin' Write tonight to take a bit not a bite And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my Like here I am to save the day I stop the tracks with the mic so I say to chay And on guard when I'm swingin' for your brow' Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed[Incomprehensible] Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out So get the flavor the original Mr. funky [Incomprehensible] And you watch me do my thing Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like Luke Sky Walker I can't front, I love rappin' with a passion Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin' See when you front you make mad The alter weight [Incomprehensible] Freak this, funky twin powers activate Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles Crushin' M C's while their girls do the hustle See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong Damn it, can't we all just get along? We'll see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed Yo, I'm out like the Cosby Show Peace to the funky child[Incomprehensible] Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off [Incomprehensible] It's a blash smash and crash from my stash Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path Talkin' 'bout your macks and tax What's with that? Your gettin' wet like slow *** Rippin' on that old school kid Leavin' sliced as a slit says I wet your crib No question testin' the west and the east and Once the ammo was released and I'll make your girl come and getcha Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype I'm givin' crowds more nose jobs than MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype Trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right And ya know it's comin' off so don't ask it Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts Chainsaw gain more and reign raw And never let a brother play it is my main law[Incomprehensible]
作词 : Armstrong, Kelly ... Mad madness trashy brother from way back We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted your ho's gets busted Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools Went away came back your still wack Now your slobbin' Marly's mob for a **** track Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business Don't care about no money got props in it Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness" Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less Soul survivor of a thousand beats Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods [Incomprehensible] Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack I heard you think you got a chance to win But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace"[Incomprehensible] Well can I be the flavor of the month? WhyI got the flavor plus I can bump a chump I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin' Got ya screamin' for my album so I had to do somethin' Write tonight to take a bit not a bite And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my Like here I am to save the day I stop the tracks with the mic so I say to chay And on guard when I'm swingin' for your brow' Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed[Incomprehensible] Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out So get the flavor the original Mr. funky [Incomprehensible] And you watch me do my thing Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like Luke Sky Walker I can't front, I love rappin' with a passion Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin' See when you front you make mad The alter weight [Incomprehensible] Freak this, funky twin powers activate Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles Crushin' M C's while their girls do the hustle See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong Damn it, can't we all just get along? We'll see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed Yo, I'm out like the Cosby Show Peace to the funky child[Incomprehensible] Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off [Incomprehensible] It's a blash smash and crash from my stash Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path Talkin' 'bout your macks and tax What's with that? Your gettin' wet like slow *** Rippin' on that old school kid Leavin' sliced as a slit says I wet your crib No question testin' the west and the east and Once the ammo was released and I'll make your girl come and getcha Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype I'm givin' crowds more nose jobs than MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype Trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right And ya know it's comin' off so don't ask it Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts Chainsaw gain more and reign raw And never let a brother play it is my main law[Incomprehensible]
