Unfinished Business (feat. DJ Poopybreath & JC Spiceman)

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh Yeah John Toole he lookin' like a rat Head so big he can't wear no hat He runnin' down the block cause he causin' an earthquake How I go chuggin' those milkshakes Gotta put a shirt on, it's kinda blinding Toole in the mix so you know he grindin' Tate lookin' like a whole snack But his pp lookin' like a tic tac His name Grayden, he's a ginger He be lookin' like an uncooked chicken tender Bruh, you lookin' pale You lookin' like a snail You should go and bow down And just say Hail You should go ahead and bale Cause you're rhymes lookin' stale Yeah I'm back on the track You know I ain't finished Runnin' through your block And they call me a menace Yeah MA's good Only at tennis Whit Daddy got some unfinished business My name is Jackson, I'm here to say Grayden is lookin' pretty gay I'm not here to say, so to all have a good day Yeah they call me goated Uh, lyrics yes I wrote em' Uh, yeah I'm wet like water Uh, Michael Jordan floatin' Uh, runnin' all these bands Uh, only got eight fans Uh, my mom doesn't know Please don't tell her bro Lil Tic Tac all up on this track You better hop off Cause your rhymes are wack Oh no, now he's here Don't put the AK out up in here Ooh, ah