Hopping Phones Off the Ground

Sound the alarm lad, my rhymes fire like a that fella that, burned down the farm lad, boys what Waste of a farmland, just to be gone in one cigarette puff, and on the other hand, this man can't be touched, I'm feeling like MC Hammer in his prime, i'm hardy stuff, yes, i'm hardy stuff You starting with me man, you're hardly tough, I couldn't be bothered giving one tiny minuscule f*ck, because without the body contact, the rhymes will leave you physically shook, where I'm from we get it poppin', you couldn't get stabbed on the way home from shopping, man I'm hopping, phones off the ground, man I'm hopping, phones off the ground Hahaha Yup Yup