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Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a more for me bruh
Yea, this sound Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes, you we live and in color
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo'
Smash regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the and put it down for my brudda
Hot funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
it from one of my bitches, boxcutter
Ahh, articulate, so great
That I can bless my with shit they appreciate

No jive y'all niggaz can a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna me a high five
it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hands
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of
Disorderly conduct, will
When the live shit, come on niggaz do what they
Aight bitches, now yo' asses

The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all
We keep it poppin', how gangsta the loop is
And it no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' me

Huh, you see I got so new hot shit stored
Got you me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I my niggaz applaud
My tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin' you afford
Make you say the lord is my shepherd, how we
Move forward on novice niggaz Cedric Ceballos with a hot song

Now niggaz we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all is straight popcorn, ahh
Talk the trash, comin' get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big ass
Now ain't no stoppin' how we full blast
Mix the fire gas, that's how we put it on smash
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit done
Just a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop

What we drop and how we shit comin'
How we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon' it
Controllin' the land, the sea
Now we the whole sky, perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the
And feel the soul up in my raps and face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip you drive
I hope your strapped, aight niggaz, now throw yo' hands up

The shit we be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how the loop is
And it ain't no the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Yeah, sound like the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin' groovy ghoulies and friends or