featuring Kirk Knight
Produced by Kirk Knight
(Verse)
Tango and star vangulars, astro projected through telekinesis messages
The creeper, the speciman, the man who's overly chauvinistic
Who bumps mad libs grabs people mad lib that dish served best cold
Tote this budwiser to use blunt roll to reduce gas gazzlers
Massive the dice, Cee-Lo with mad husslers
Now back to the nap raps with gram I explain for the fanny pack
Told the stashin and fashion, there's a creeper stay flashin
Images and nudies of girls screamin and cooties
Its only cause I got the woody
I just wanna get the huh, this the type of shit that I do in my sleep
The most slept on like pillows versus sheets
Most of these niggas think they hot shit,
Get hit with the mic and come out clean ass rap shit
Weak MCs I eat half of them, like a meal
Burp up chains like old cartoons burp out names
It’s a beast coast veteran, go ahead let em in
Check the regimen, who you think you better than?
Nicer than me so that down dont get clapped
Putting together the first letter all caps when you say that
Man what you earn more dust in you earn,
Might as well make your income in the creases in the couches pease learn
Man Juwanna, yea it’s your turn to face's L pussies eaters with gonorrhea let it burn,
Might as well be interracial, she says she love facials
Oh wait, come again? Hold on, bring a friend
You know shorty is a ten, the PE hooligan, swing around ten
Kirk Knizzy in the house, the creeper all about,
Imma show you what MCing is really about like,
Yes, yes ya'll, I delete all make MCs withdrawal
From my left balls is gets dramatic, screaming help
You cant take a shoot yourself, I never address the ties
My nigga shoot yourself, like sorry Ms Walters,
I cant take the reign, but besides the fact man I’m glad you came
Next round took out the pistol with a ca.. crystal balancing show missles with no toe
It was all brittle thinkin all schizo,
After the facts you try to call me little, little did she know she let me hit for a nickle
Same color strain like the skittle, pitfull, read her straight like kittle
Why the side trackin creeper stop slackin, stop mackin
And niggas start straight attackin, this is the type of shit I do in my sleep
Leader of the nap rap my nigga (peekeeeee)
It goes Brooklyn, Brooklyn.