Do You

Nasty like a gorgonite when I'm rapping man it's sorta like Riding beats on a board, soaring down the quarter pipe Dress the skateboarder type, biking on the tour de life The verse unheard but everybody sure it's nice Was riding solo, 'til greedy dunked me in the carbonite Now I'm set in stone, show rap ain't really hard to write Caped crusader on a darker night I don't mind your bars but they still ain't half as hard as mine Going dumb, I go retarded, I slip out the flow then I bring it back, the Carter 5 Ruining the mood, getting rude when you pass the mic Type to start a fight in a room full of larger guys But they forgot about my pocket knife Poke em on the stage but I'm more the team rocket type Born to keep it proper tight, like a nuns cunt Chilling with your mum, busy bunning on her sons blunt But I still ain't fucking done cunt Tryna grab the mic, now you're looking like a dumb cunt You won't spit a verse, not even getting one grunt Stopping you from speaking like a psycho on a tongue hunt Sew your fucking lips up Only way you're spitting is if you're sucking dick slut Fix up, who's the pricks from sticks? Us Rough sort of sound and they're pissed cause it fits us Yeah they're pissed cause it fits us Pissed cause it fits us Pissed cause it fits us