(feat. Rusty Chains)



What's that?



[LongShot:]

Only way out is up; fuck what you skwakin about

Little Rocky with your mouth full of nuts

Pullin your stunts, smilin in my face and junk

E'rything ain't always what it seem to be with these chumps

I'm givin 'em funk, mixed with the soul and the skunk

Feel the thump from the track when the bassline bump

Cop a shot, rock your box, ain't a dude in this world

be provin him wrong, e'ry night we keep 'em movin along

With beautiful songs, the fifth life is ugly as sin

I come for your friend, his name might be stuck to the end

Pen and pad has been my dad cause poppa never came around

He left me and my momma naked in a bucket, fuck it

I make my styles marry the production, somethin

Gotta give I murdered my kid cause now the ends

got my granny achin, wakin up at six in the morn'

At 71 to go to work so I steady tick like a bomb



[ticking sound]



[Rusty Chainsaw:]

It's all over, when my voice ushers the drums

Rappers girls be winkin at me while they suckin they thumbs

See most of these MC's ain't nuttin but crumbs

The type of cats that like footlongs stuffed in they buns

If I ever had kids they'd probably bully your son

Steal on him, take his lunch money and run

I start hittin on your wifey while I'm scummy offa rum

And if that bitch hates my guts

I know she'll love me when she comes

But I ain't crushin if she ugly as sin

I cain't fuck with fat chicks who rock skullies and Timbs

Shit only fine women gon' buff with my jim

Scuff with they shins, maybe if I'm lucky there's twins

(Hell yeah) I ain't a player though I'm scruffy and thin

But my shit pumps like the blood under your skin

Play my single, cats be actin gully when it spins

I kill mics and keep vice steady dustin for my prints