Well if it isn’t that outbreak monkey for the latest epidemic of the vapors
Bringing you the greatest live capper to date to get involved
To marry to the music,
Giving no quarter for those who would abuse it
Not even a bucket of dream, a coke in a smile
Smoke in the pancake, not a pat on the back and hand shake
For me and wak shit is beyond hate
I’m evacuating the state, you making my glands ache
Me and my bags packed, the headphones are playing the soundtracks
My ears to your song is like teeth to blacker
Big speakers of feedback, quarter backs a sac the bottom line, now we don’t need that
Yo your shit is crack Ends so much as, I never fuck with it and never will
Never used, never deal, never shot never cooked, and I really don’t feel the appeal
How did you get a record deal? For real

It’s the return of the super good, the authentic
You might want drama but we wouldn't recommend it
We shoot from the hip like hip hop's Dock Holiday
Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst and you can’t freestyle
Who’s next to step I’m the Huckleberry know
You wanna test we you must be crazy
You might be quick son but you no daisy

When I tell I’m at least 3 deep dolo
I’m not referring to the big and tall Polo
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And I’m surely not bragging on your girl your joke mom and a magnum
Oh no, I’m much more classy, and I wouldn’t stoop so low
See, he’s referring to the royal we the righteous, unholy trinity
No hoes within at least 10 miles in the vicinity
Except for the blast holes peering through the innards of my enemies
Now who and for and against that make sense
When you recognize the size and don't straddle the fence
Let the good shit ride let the bullshit be past tense
Long gone no trace of evidence
Except for perhapse a finger and foot prints
Where we stomped you and choked you out
Or so it went, so I heard, so they say
I guess na confess when we smacked dab in the middle of the mess

Cause it’s the return of the super good, the authentic
You might want drama but we wouldn't recommend it
We shoot from the hip like hip hop's Dock Holiday
Tagging up your tomb stone to say
If the songs are the worst and you can’t freestyle
Who’s next to step I’m the Huckleberry know
You wanna test we you must be crazy
You might be quick son but you no daisy

Thanks to nakrul



Thanks to Lex for correcting these lyrics

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