Yippee-Ki-Yay
We on the board hittin switches going off the hinges
Catch me in a room full of test tubes and syringes
Our minds long gone from experiments gone wrong
But still the Don Juans from here to Hong Kong
Finessing this rap rhythm puttin caps em in
Cuz we the type that might start a fight at ya baptism
Got no shame bout to Boogie down like its soul train
Don't want a slice of the pie we want the whole thang
Might steal your grinder and start taking keif hits
We do as we please bitch we mafia like 36
Getting chedda and Mozzarella we need chips
Got lots a scrilla stack my bills call em cheese sticks
My quantum leap spectacular not Scott Bacula
When I'm Attacking ya Im bitch smacking ya with a spatula
We gonna tackle ya whole squad going after ya
Teeth to ya scapula out for blood like Dracula
Chop a sample of slow jazz and watch us go spaz
Cuz y'all ain't have half as much swag as my flow has
We taking home trophies wrapped up in to go bags
And if you step to us you leave with nothing but toe tags
We winning it cuz your vocab is limited
We on a war path and our victory is eminent
Y'all sound all the same We here to Bomb the game
Catch a body count higher than John McClane
Our crew rocks we need two shots
Served up by women in nothing but tube-socks
Some true thots, connect a few dots
And you'll find me in bed with a blue fox listening to smooth rock
Our whole camp is mean We smash the pussy like a tambourine
Then make them bitches bounce house like a trampoline
Our rhyme sheet freak the beat sick like snot rockets
Keep the heat in the street to eat, got them hot pockets
Az chops the beat like only a butcher can
Looking for a fix Scott Free ya pusher man
Ill Odds we some lyrical boss pros
Got some many samples you think we working at CostCo
Independent ladies go and get they hair done up
Stick up kids on the run up and they hit you the gun up
But us We eating Psilocybin mushrooms
Looking for the one up
Getting drugged up till Sun up
We on an ape scape in some grape cape
Flow's in great shape know to break breaks, even smoking that fake shake
Play us when you wake bake so the late take
We fuckin up your whole calendar date rape
Lip lock with fat spliffs
Zip lock and bag chicks
Our shit talks the baddest
We some hip hop fanatics
We be flowing
You know we going with no set backs
Our delivery be potent like THC extracts
Catch me in a room full of test tubes and syringes
Our minds long gone from experiments gone wrong
But still the Don Juans from here to Hong Kong
Finessing this rap rhythm puttin caps em in
Cuz we the type that might start a fight at ya baptism
Got no shame bout to Boogie down like its soul train
Don't want a slice of the pie we want the whole thang
Might steal your grinder and start taking keif hits
We do as we please bitch we mafia like 36
Getting chedda and Mozzarella we need chips
Got lots a scrilla stack my bills call em cheese sticks
My quantum leap spectacular not Scott Bacula
When I'm Attacking ya Im bitch smacking ya with a spatula
We gonna tackle ya whole squad going after ya
Teeth to ya scapula out for blood like Dracula
Chop a sample of slow jazz and watch us go spaz
Cuz y'all ain't have half as much swag as my flow has
We taking home trophies wrapped up in to go bags
And if you step to us you leave with nothing but toe tags
We winning it cuz your vocab is limited
We on a war path and our victory is eminent
Y'all sound all the same We here to Bomb the game
Catch a body count higher than John McClane
Our crew rocks we need two shots
Served up by women in nothing but tube-socks
Some true thots, connect a few dots
And you'll find me in bed with a blue fox listening to smooth rock
Our whole camp is mean We smash the pussy like a tambourine
Then make them bitches bounce house like a trampoline
Our rhyme sheet freak the beat sick like snot rockets
Keep the heat in the street to eat, got them hot pockets
Az chops the beat like only a butcher can
Looking for a fix Scott Free ya pusher man
Ill Odds we some lyrical boss pros
Got some many samples you think we working at CostCo
Independent ladies go and get they hair done up
Stick up kids on the run up and they hit you the gun up
But us We eating Psilocybin mushrooms
Looking for the one up
Getting drugged up till Sun up
We on an ape scape in some grape cape
Flow's in great shape know to break breaks, even smoking that fake shake
Play us when you wake bake so the late take
We fuckin up your whole calendar date rape
Lip lock with fat spliffs
Zip lock and bag chicks
Our shit talks the baddest
We some hip hop fanatics
We be flowing
You know we going with no set backs
Our delivery be potent like THC extracts
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Zakak
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