Who's The Boss

[Verse 1: Charlie Zero] Breaker, breaker In need of a sheet of paper Rolling like an alligator Known him for his bad behavior I'ma, player hater And a self-loathing poser Deep enough to go below to where the gophers wouldn't notice And I, keep it flowing like it's blood in your veins I'm coming for lames, who say they never heard of my name Cuz I'ma, cocky son of a nun- she's excommunicated- Got a lot of fans, and it's mostly chicks that you have dated (awkward) Like the start of a hard vodka shot And stoppin' a swallow to Talk to your momma who's calling you from downstairs Become accustomed to the frowns, glares And faces making statements That basically say I shouldn't come around there Shame comes to the one who cares Fame comes to the guy who stares At the line And dances like a mime on top of it Cockily he crosses it, it's my hypothesis His channel gets a lot of hits Poppa it's the monster from the monastery Notice how I've gotten very dark and scary Talking to myself and William Roddenberry That's it, Hat Trick's black kid Half-hazmatic, half-lit matchstick Pause, like cats lick If the people need a feeble negro that isn't evil or lethal Believe me I'll be like, "So?" Then leave them a needle To sew it up They freak when we showing up We entering, they're shivering It's Mr. Been Delivering Belligerence I'm slipping in the ignorance Cause idiots are listening, lyricists are dissing it But little kids are digging it and I'm running this ship Do you like the way I'm steering it? [Hook: Skow] Alright check it, I'm a boss I'm letting my rhymes talk So sit back and watch And listen to my bars (3.5x) [Verse 2: Skow] Stand right next to me when I'm rapping and you'll get yourself a heatstroke Paramedics be like, "What happened?" and you'll only say that he's dope Let's blow this fricking joint. (don't smoke no) weed though Knock knock, it's opportunity Look at it out the peephole I'm putting it out with Zero And it's running all down your earlobes There's something about you weirdos That makes it fun when your Skow don't care though Girls call me baby but I'm sixteen years old Spit so much that when I wake up I got drool on the pillow Keep it keep it rolling chill like a cool armadillo *owl noise* But is that all I gotta do to be well-known? Well, no Gotta get some grease on my elbows Gotta stick to what I'm working with at least like some velcro Stay up late and rap into the microphone When other rappers might go home That's because I'm kind of dedicated I'm the freaking bomb too I'm just tryna detonate it [Hook] [Verse 3: Lightning Rodd] People askin' often Who, the rapping boss is- If they would just ask Spock then They'd probably know that logic is saying That Rodd has the badge in his back pocket Cause his skills is mad and raucous As a rabid dog attacking squad Other rappers are inhabited by the trashing talk But just cause you say you blasting off It ain't gonna make you an astronaut They try to act like Rodd But if instead of been tryna be cast as Rodd They'd actually gone and cast their rods Then maybe they could catch some cod Cause talent's all just half the process The ones that practice are The ones that go from having songs In they heads to sending albums off To publish so that folks can load them up onto their Macintoshes Til it turns to cash and dollars Spend it, trade their rags for garments Cause those that end up slacking off Have skills that worse than mattress soft They try to challenge Rodd And then get Pounded like they're catching dogs The average are The ones that rap a lot And then they get forgot But masters are The ones that having compliments after they ashes rot