UhHelloNew mixtape bitchIz called Da Drout 3 [laughs]
YeahThis was supposed to be the intro, but uhm
I guess ima gonna uhmDo what yall came here for
[in Rastafarian voice]
YeahRasta dem king of the jungle,
Dread lock swing down me back like Reppunsle
My bread don't swing Dem packs in a bundle;
We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle
And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true;
We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit
Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two;
Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples
And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil;
And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol
And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe;
twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes
Come from the land that Jesus walked through;
Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle
Them no want to run, run with me them no want to;
Murder them, and the family them belong to
Next ting them kno I run a street like a cardoor;
You go after me, me I dearly depart you
Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do?;
I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two
Playtime for me, cuz see to me, they are cartoons;
how come every joint be on point like a harpoon?
How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool?;
how come every line is so raw you gone snort too?
Murder them Man I murda them Fuck a competition, man I murda them
Man murda them Man I murda them Fuck a competition, man I murda them [laughs]
[in regular] and that is why i'm hot
Its Da Drought 3, Welcome
Have fun!