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Yea. Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea. [imitating the
This like Frankenstein's baby, yea

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

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

[Verse
Huh, you see I got so much new hot stored
Got you me an award, floored a couple on the come up
a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the
Might be somethin you afford
Make you say the is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz we rock on, cock-strong
All niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty the big horse ass (ASS)
Now no stoppin 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
like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we
Make you crash all in your whip when you
I hope seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.

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