Tha Great-FloDad

Alright, don't judge me on this one Ahh, I don't care, judge me Yo, Em, it's not just for you, rap dog But it's a rap, dog, Dang, I think I forgot my cap, dog. Oh, man You the devil, is he in you Giving orders, you taking orders Tell the truth Does he create the menu When you take a steak at the venue Do you deliver the blood message he sent you Do you attend to his every beck and call Sound like a servant after all Why choose to burn eternal You can escape this wormhole inferno By turning your back on him Once and for all, the devil's a damn liar Come on, let's roll, can't take your soul Only one in control in the end is God of all Not the ones who fall I think you need to get on the ball Get off your belly, stop the crawl You can't stop the law But you can stop your jaw You got a question, drop a paw God can read you, I know Cause I was saw, and got the call Must be hot, this drop and fall Like rock and roll When on fire, just stop, drop and roll Think you're on fire They call you the flow cracker A firecracker who smooth the blows Pro-vernacular, a cracker known for stature Most accurate when I boast the Flodad The host who roasts Savages The manager No average Joe Flow cracking toes of big guns like Fat Joe No amateur Spoke to the camera lens But no cameraman's gonna capture My Spanish blend This cracker's banned from having fans like Em I'd be so damaging To those demons But the host demands I scope a plan to go see em And poke freak man with a dope meaningful choke Seen on a mic Like I froze in the peak of the fight Deep in the heat of the night Psyche I sink my teeth and I bite Like a freak with the rights Leave peacefully After I eat up the life They yelling cracker Can't believe that I'm white And beat em Leaving with spite Uncle Cracker's back With a mass attack Eat rappers up like Cracker Jacks Acting wack Elastic tracks No matter what they pulling I'm snapping back Not a rabbit That's an act I'm rabid in my habitat A dog backwards That's a fact Scattering cats Rattling brats pads With maddening craft It's sad when I'm laughing at em My bad Back to Flodad The great nomad I'll take no stab at em Made me great And I know that Wish I could go back To the days before I wrote that When I spit no facts Back then I could take it slow Go relax Now I'm growing tracks Like new limbs Chop em off They grow right back Can you relate to that If so, dog Don't chase the cat Erase the rat Got em pacing back and forth At the sound of you grated the core Make em the sport Hunt em like game Bring em to shore Fishing at the source Know when you rain it pours I spit Hear my roar Like a lion You the corny unicorn You've been warned Why you trying to brew up storms Leave you deformed Collude against me Lose your warmth Once you're Judas You'll snooze Won't mourn Best be reborn Of the water Torn from the bottom Placed on top Now popping like collars Got em' for sure, I know I'm odd But I'm bored I got God Locked on it I know it's the force Now I'll box with no remorse Growing my account With pro rewards Flow the source Don't know the course Maybe you don't know the sport Did you hear them blow the horns Cracks were formed Crackers mourn Cause everyone's lost They don't know the course Looking for magic tricks Like da da da da From foe of choice Like abracadabra The mad babbler Sad rapper Whose craft's lacking Good character A bad actor Giving shaft Cause terror Is an evil form You don't scare me You've been warned All America's brewing storms Your fire's just flares I'm spewing more important Information than you For sure You're adored But sickness is in you To use the force Spew the cure Reform When you do it use remorse