This is Child’s play — like Kenny Powers I’m back
But I’ve never done coke and I’ll never do smack
Just lines and lines and lines of sick rhymes
‘Cause deviated septum is a really bad time
Rap is easy to me, we’re not going away
That’s why I’m flowing today, with Beefy showing the way
Silly bangs like the Flobots — they come and go When you’re still this underground yo you can only grow yo You can eat a big bowl of murderous doll ass
I’ve got by the bucketful, let’s be honest
Going Chucky if you’re lucky I won’t lacerate your face
I’ll cut for 16 bars — leave you blinded like Mase
«Yo ASCAP, where my check be at?»
They tell me that they sent it August 4th to be exact
Chasing money’s never funny when you really need to eat
Good thing rap is easy — have you heard this awesome beat?
This is child’s play
It’s the way we fill empty bars
With awesomeness
Beefy and MC Lars we straight rocking this
West Coast collab, cause
It’s the hottest ish
Don’t try to take my mic mic away
This is child’s play, easy like I’m running a circus
This album here, the greatest one your mom’s every purchased
I’ll be Ernest, which is to say I’m scared stupid
Got a blueprint and I knew it, only Beefy can do it Honestly I think I might be one of the best
A black hat, cool shirt, and my Superman necklace
Everyday before I’m leaving the house, around 5
Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and it Doesn’t look like you’ve been getting any either
Try to get a slice of life but I can only lick the beater
Yo the haters call me beaner, and the beaners call me mijo
Hate me all ya want to but it’s «F You» like I’m Cee-Lo
Always got that green yo, my homie holds a kilo
It’s safer than if it was in the back of a casino
Your female’s coming off like she’s a chubby chaser
I got papers, I’m a pedigree replacing all the fakers. what?!
Your brother-in-law had a terminal disease
That’s why he wasn’t at the party that one time on Christmas Eve
He hasn’t got much time so I put him in a rhyme
To have a song to listen to on repeat as he’s dying
My little brother lost his arms, legs toes in Iraq
When he got back I showed him all the magic powers of rap
I’m messing with the physics, I straight up spit out cybernetics
People love the robot parts when he’s out shopping for organics
«Music is My Radar» that’s what Blur said
It’s a harmony rock joyride I’ll have until I’m dead
Used to feel so mad and violent like the stuff they run on CNN
But beats and rhythm found me now I never want to sit again
We came to spit again, like Finnegan begin again
Beefy asked for sprinkles but I take my toast with cinnamon
Writin' over Skype, on another night, getting hype, it’s alright
Child’s play feels aiight!
This is child’s play
This is child’s play