Kubrick

[Verse 1: Trade Voorhees] If money ain't the goal And it don't come then fuck it Thats a oxymoron Like Onyx rocking with the Muppets You got PBS rhymes And mines are more like Uncle Rukus Its rugged like R.A. is That Crustified Dibs shit That Brotha Lynch shit That, that Season of the Siccness Let the piano man do his fucking business Back to the summary Voorhees the bum emcee Who wicked with the Protools But can't get the marketing But damn its like this spark in him He's a white dude who got skills I wanna keep my fucking crib So I'm trying to pay my bills yo It ain't no Lark in him A bit of Tony Stark in him Throw in a red cardigan And some orange timbs And POW WOW Incredible Heartfelt like stethoscopes I'm just hanging in there Could you come get the rope? Thanks Metaphors Whores line up at the tanning beds And I can't get no fucking bigger Than Dakota Fanning's head Scratch that replace it with Peyton Manning's head Slim thugga yeah I'm one hunna yeah Back when I was fucking these bitches To the young gunnas you know "can't stop won't stop, Rocafella records" cause Believe it or not this rap shit is all I got And its time that's word to my watch So I plot Dropping this hot shit You know that shit you can't find inside Hot Topic, you know In the section that's right next to the pop shit Not this [Talk: Jerry Shinefied] This ain't no pop shit motherfucker This north side Walking through the north zombie mode off that motherfucking tre-duece High life Ride by (my life) Drive bys [Verse 2: Trade Voorhees] With this music shit I'm like Kubrick bitch Only four flicks in Making a "Killing" And I don't mean money My mind is on a million Rather a billion Bring the reel to reel in North side of Vegas is the illest It don't take a blind man to feel it We the guerillas We go getters And won't quit until its finished And even if its done Come back and kill it Let you know who the real is Voorhees no filler I eat rap tracks for dinner City of sin born a sinner The pick of the litter With a wit about as funny As "Schindler's list" is a picture No fucking favors "MOVE BITCH!" Like the Raiders "MOVE BITCH!" Like the Lakers In 1960 Hype as tipsy Mike and Tina and Ike and Whitney And I'm just tripping Off this high I'm so fucking out of my mind Close encounters of a First second and third kind Yeah this my third time Yeah this my third time Yeah Saturday the 14th