SMACKTALK

What if we made this a rock song Throat kick the sun You rock out with your cock out, if you dont stop get stomped out Look like you went to middle school and dropped out Think we ever make a deal, mother fucker ill opt out So much time getting caught up and you get chopped down I'm not Just Fucking Kidding, take your top off JFK style And its true, f*ck the room up, monsoon It must be Halloween, I'm on staged I get Boo'd Ooooh art of war, hard at work and they call me Sun Tzu They always say im sick but i never had the flu A bad sport man an always number two and who knew The only letter you'd get from Blue's Clues Gritty, gritty, gritty In my city getting shitty faced Asking for some salsa and I running all outta Pace You're out of taste for goodness' sake, you a copy paste But that's it, yeah i f*ck with magic You look for nuts like Sandy but you're more like Patrick Patrick, Patrick Imma get a Hatrick While you get your ass hit, that's just how it happens It's just a force a habit, I got you saying dagnabbit (Dagnabbit) Sliding on the beat and you would think I'm Frozone But I can't get any ice cause you fucked up the ozone (Climate change) Oh no, oh no, that can't be good for promo Drop some snaps on the track like I'm Tony Romo A certified attacker, a fucking chiropractor I go and break her back, her whole family call me cracker (Cracker) Please don't tell me that hurt, it really don't matter Really think I planet, I just sit here roasting, Saturn Beat the I'm the batter, I fucked up the whole pattern Now I put it on a platter