PANIC ROOM!

It's alright Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body We doing him sloppy, niggas be pasting my style (cool) We cuttin' the copy, original don dada My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17 I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons Niggas be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons I'm just tryna to get a bag up (facts) Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (damn) When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (sheesh) Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people Give that bitch an elbow How Peggy only five-nine with sticks as big as diesel? My puppies told me feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel You joke like Key and Peele do Banana clips gon' peel you Monkey business to major moves Put him in the sky where the angels groove Sucka-ass nigga, I ain't playin' with you Damn, boy, who claimin' you? Why your niggas ain't stay with you? You know this ACOG got wicked zoom Got these niggas lookin' like panic room Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable No, I don't want your consent, nigga I'ma pull this dick on you No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2? If you do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (brrt) Caught this nigga without a tool, huh Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm