Emergency, please someone call
Them whack -jack niggas in
the industry messed up the game
Extropy I know he could come
KFC, cause now it's a necessity
For us and in -laws we trust from now on
I wonder in the world how all
these fake gangster pimps
That rhyme over these simps got on
Dread said they get shot on
Put the red dot on their head
Early, I'm burly when it come to this
I don't wanna rhyme no more
I wanna take a face and use it
to lace up an d shine the floor
I'm mad, obviously you're on the pad
I released these angry notes I had
Butt mangling, microphone strangling
I like to get my whole ankle in deep
And my rhymes lock into the beat
On average, back in the days,
Plus, I instructs, hold armies and cliques
I still fucks with my harmony grits
Nigga, please, my rhyming expertise on
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic, classic
just goofed and did it again