Jock's Itch

Verse 1: I got an Afro-American belt That's a warning if you attack, bro, you're wearing a welt As grape as welch. Your hot air stank like a belch So after I skin these kitties, I'll be wearing your pelts Cause I'm a pimp and I know I don't love unwholesome Bottom feeders. I'm at the top on my lonesome Living with a sickness; on my Magic Johnson Hip Hop Phenomena seeing me in action. Bronze, son? I'm gold meddling with Scooby-Doo so get a Blue's Clue You fools lose like those who snooze do So wake up and smell your boo boo roses For your sorrows, here's a card that reads your bull dozes I killed that jive diarrhea of the mouth Cause you see I got drive; I don't see you on the route Called ill from NY, Cali streets, and to the south Cause my body of work got hives; I can hear it bumping now Chorus: (Just so you know) I got the flow that be breaking your nose if you get socked (So guard your dome) Minds are blown when the microphone is what I rock (I'm in my zone) And each his own, so you better not clone just cause I'm hot (So sorry, bro) Don't knock just cause you can't jock it *Ad Libbing* Verse 2: O-ri-gi-nal with the style I get down with Leaving you astounded and nostalgic Like a Windows PC with an Atari emulator With the pen and paper killing data of space invaders Your mp3's were only good for one thing When you breathed, carbon dioxide went to the trees Which then released oxygen for me To rip your piece with my speech to give ears relief Good grief! Yea I put that old yeller down Try to holler at me after I told him settle down Cause before, since I'm from the Top, he said I'm heading down Now I'm set for topping the charts, because I held it down Now...they throw up the M-Dub Subs always on Fiya like Moses' shrub And if you see them shrug Just tell them I'ma Exodus after this chorus, bruh! Chorus