[Verse 1: Creature]
Beige cargos, babes in cars loads
Heard he was a rocker where’s the guitar yo
What type of rapper wears purple socks and crock's
Only listen to trapper purple tops on the block
Whats up with his locks? looks like a beavers ass
Wish he would stop, Creature's trash
Fuck his hard work look at paws shirt
Strange bizarre the pains in his bars jerk
Is he trying to be Chuck D or Chuck berry
I mean I’m dying to leave, this stuff scary
Is he frying the trees a dust fairy?
Who’s he trying to please? he’s tough very
Outspoken till the teeth in your mouths broken
Sleep on the couch intruders in your house bulge in
In the rotten apple, the plotting to clap you
Pop near statues hit with rocks and shrapnel
Shirtless high on the fire escape look at desire face
Smirk sick admire her grace from a private place
You some type of voyeur, jailhouse righteous lawyer
Bail out by mailed clout to the nicest employer
You shine shoes for a living?, define clues that I’m giving
Buy booze for women and find the blues sickening
Oh, you a powder sniffer no power mister
See the louder picture, i hope a hour quicker
Credits
[Bridge: CREATURE]
It goes ooh, hoo
We say, ooh, hoo
We say, ooh, hoo
You say, ooh, hoo
We say ooh, hoo
[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Bitch im James Dean and what it means
He could change dreams
And still wear the same jeans and viceversa
Style like that of the Ying Yang Tweens, but worster
The light curse, can't I write, but I write with a knife curse
All caps, the night worker
Shouts out to Chris Columbus: the original white lurker
Who taught all the tikes they should like murder
Ain't German, but I like burgers
Hella wavy like surfers
You could smell it daily like Swishers
Naughty by nature plus nurture
MCs couldn't search for the kid
I serve purposes worst, better for better, and better for worse
And my base is third, my face gaser
I take chapters and open them
Some to hopeless laughter, other's to doper castles
Where the fold the coldest napkins
I do rap shit with my rap friends
I do white shit with my black friends
I do black shit with my white friends
I do hype shit with my friends cause I like them
Plus I make nice ends, but that's whatever player
I'm on another layer, another level
The bevel edge of the mind could cut swines and others devils
The great vines swing above the pebbles, dawg
I'm Normal Mailer with a new Taylor
Dude, you a hater, true
I'm like an alligator in an elevator
To the top, see you later
High, high, high, high
[Outro: Sample]
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