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Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me
Yea. the beat]
sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

[Verse
Busta Rhymes! You we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a mo' gutter (gutter)
shit regularly, word to my mother
Show for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so
I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high (five)
UNGHHH! it, it is a must we hold grands
Get the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
conduct, will erupt
When the live shit on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now yo' asses

The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the is (we keep it boppin)
(we it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we do this
Now what you me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the up
Stretched a few, put 'em on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz
My tag, just to show up the shit
be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we
forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now know we rock on, cock-strong
All niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get lie duke
Pass with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the well done
just like a deep fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (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 to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we
Make you all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now yo' hands up.

[Busta
Yeah, sound like. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin. groovy ghoulies and or somethin [laughing]