Don't Drop That

[Verse 1: Futuristic] This beat is so stupid, I can't rap to it Even though I got bars, mitzvah, Jewish Oh God that was terrible I'm sorry I say dumb shit I'm on a roll like a Harley All my girls barbies, angels, Charlie My pockets hella fat, Chris, Farley I don't play games these lames is on Atari I eat beats till there's none left these dudes starving My squad is impeccable but don't shit rhyme with that Except maybe testicle and I ain't gonna rhyme with that I'm a shot caller these niggas don't ever fire back Not even Donald Trump would fire Zach That's my real name if you didn't knew Mr. Raise The Bar Game Tied Down Like Tennis Shoes Mr. I Had To Do All The Shit You Didn't Do Mr. Get Your Girlfriend Wetter Than A Swimming Pool Mr. Leave Me Alone I Ain't In The Mood Seventeen tracks on an album no interlude I'm on the move like a lazy river ???? too Driving while I'm eating these rappers that's fast dinner food How frickin' rude, ladies say I'm cocky I just wanna hit like I'm swinging for the Rockies I just wanna hit like a boxer named Rocky I just wanna hit like my name was Jeremy Shockey That's a hit stick Take her on a picnic Make her strip quick, nothing but heels and lipstick Ride a stick shift, if she break it that's a quick fix Niggas at the tip getting baked, Bisquick Pass me the rock, you know I'll probably cock back Not even Dikembe could block that You gon need more than a red sign to stop that My lines go over they heads like a top hat Ha, Futuristic is the bomb Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and yo mom Put this on your Ipod or your CD ROM Download at onlyfuturistic.com [Hook x6] Don't drop that thun thun thun Hey [Outro] Aw shit I dropped it Fuck, Goddamnit