Fuck Up Da Fun

Who want it? Who-who want it? Gimme 4 5’s at the door for a 20 Tell ya grandma I'm a need more money And we getcha wide eye little Steve Buscemi Ready, steady, Chase like I'm Chevy Gotta make a move like I need a new tenant Started with a tune got the whole room pregnant Now one dudes cool, now there’s one too many Petty, Freddie, nah don’t sweat it In the top 5, now I’m ten times better Kept me outside, and I come back dreaded With a thick patois, like what now boi (boy) Woolly, Bully, bang bang bullet Let that thang rang, when I slang slang fully We got gang bang, when I think things gully But the big bank game getting strange like a mullet Holy Moly, boy look at him More like Tom Boyd when he's bored in the gym Whatcha die for, was it poured to the brim Reported by George or According to Jim Record for the win, horde for the grim Drawing and scoring, restoring the Zen Lord I adore him the story of Lin When you thrive on the court in New York and then sent Down in the South where I'm browsing about And my style's unbalanced a cow to a mouse Vowels can vouch style don’t slouch Bouncing a thou’, for a thousand an ounce Now's for the towel, stick around for the bout Arousing aloud, you could tell how i tout Pound for the pound, knock him out for the count When I 1-2-3-4-5, yo he’s out, Choi Yo he’s out You feel me though? Who want what? I can dance on the floor With two left foot When I stand with a sword, making nuance cut Make a man unsure, got his two nuts cup(ped) God damn so pure only two buck chuck No Zanax, the poor, I don't do that stuff I've been sayin, I’m sore, till I (blew out?) lust Russ Brand Richard Brandson a dual mesh off It’s a true best of Understand it's a sham and your plans a no no Me and this rap game It's like T and cocoa Waiting for the shows doing jams and go go For those who don't know it It was ropes and go mo(re) Hoes’ go broke, with the blow up their nose Show's a bozo, but oh you dodo Dough was so low don't impose the growth bro Know your role ho, I flow pro bono You two don't get shit confused I bruise if you goose And ooze like prune juice Lose a tooth goofin’ off you goof troop (First half?), Say doof like who’s who Booze and brew, boobs, and boobs is what I do Dude enthusiasts get moody when I come through Show the true meaning of brilliant evolution Only a true theory, now Judas, ya don’t be rude Food for thought Wars were fought over a god Thanks a lot dog No wonder they say you’re fraud Pacs got shot making strange, insane, odd They take our best men and lay them up in the sod Ain't a façade, I parade in a fog And I pray for the day we can stray from the sob Changing the game, you can thank when I'm gone Get the one thing straight, I am great when I'm on Strong Hella strong Look at these huge biceps