Yo', Manix man, I'mma take this one kinda slow, alright?
[Verse one] Welcome to the Flipside Hope he can swim, cause if he can't; he gonna drown on a whip tie It's pourin', plus the old man ain't snorin' Cause he gotta get up pretty damn early in the mornin' Cause I'm slammin' like Basketball Jones Swoopin'out thrones and nothing but the break bones You suckas disgust me like low fat Gimme a bat and I'll show you where your head at Tryna hit the row when your paddles a little pache I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli Cause you still got a long ways to go So you better step northeast cause you picked the wrong Joe You ain't ready to throw with the mighty man And don't forget about the rest of the band So you better get used to the shrine Cause I've been rappin' as long as I can write rhymes These grandma hands make stuff like potery To making too too many shots, you'd think it start an astrology You wanted to live so tell about what you went through You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a ginsu
[DJ Buttafingaz scratching]
[Verse two] Quickly, step to the side cause I'm comin' through You think you was lookin' to call me W or Double you? So how could you think you outdid me While I'm getting getaways quicker than a kidney That was to a rabbit as sticky then you're a total pigeon You know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle You little kiddies are getting a bit too frolocky Throwing me lot more sorries than an apology Pass me the chalk and the vite Court Plea Let me give it the proper operation that it needs So allow me to put a end-a-week melody Need it for suckers like peanut butter and celary Switch up the zone and put words that I kick with ease And you with the face, not feel a pygmy And Let her resent like Tia's mama More tooth than a sharp pair of sheers And given that, I couldn't throw up a chop suey You remember the day you watched Wicca Pool Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive Beat by Phattest skinny kid alive!
[Break] Alright, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'mma catch my breath And I'mma let Buttafingaz do off on a scratch for a minute Dude Buttafingaz, when I give it to you; come up with that funkyassdiculous-dope scratch Go for it
[Verse three] Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play Thinkin' 'bout us bust out the back girl on a Wednesday While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal Some miracle 'fore me will feel whose more real I'mma do best, mom. Look out for the plaque Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxipad It went so fast, my pen undelaney Do so many torques, my song will be a felony You ever get to know me, don't corrupt me Well shit, that's what you get for being clumsy Get more, steppin' up. Finger the compitition I got more jerks in my basemint than you do in twitches Hope you all get played out like Batman Work like pay dirt and bust by the Fatman And I take over like a doctor Boy, I'm on 'em so fast, I swear they make me report this Who gets whip cream and hard as a calis That;s to all my lizards(?) He call me Mr.Matthers With a Soul Intent for destruction One more hit for the Downstairs Productions
[Outro] The phattest skinny kid alive!x4Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
