2 Hungry Bros Outro

[Intro]

Yo, thanks for coming out

Get home safe

Don't hop the train, they raised the fine

To a hundred dollars

Peace

[Verse 1]

Yo, I hooked Bonita Applebum

It's a credit to my 5 star tacklebox

John Papelbon

Strong arm

I keep off off

On on

En garde

Look y'all, King Kong's balls

King Kong's bronze

Unconscious last March, Mardi Gras

Much like Wayne and Garth

Party on

Da da da dum da dum

Step in the octagon

I'm unflawed

I kiss food up to god

Love broads with broad badonkadonks

Know cats from the Bronx that could block LeBron

If not for wrong bonds with blocks they're on

Where ish gets sticky like baklava

Pugs plug hip hop where pops belong

Lads swing lance like Sir Lancelot

Cutlasses

Whew whew whew

Cut classes

Cuss, stuff caskets

Never once clutched Kafka

Or the classics

Bad Catholics

Need more than a abacus

To count cribs where there're bare cabinets

A famine is amidst average Africans

Advantageous to inactive activists

My assets are a rich ad-lib acumen

As you can see a crisp grasp of assonance

I never ask for ass I'm too masculine

But chicks fast with ass to give

Hillside Ave's crammed with applicants

Me and Anakin are quite analogous

We both look good in black and likely to attack where any planet is

How could you blame the parents when you the parasites writing narratives?

The parody's so apparent it's so embarrassing

When people think that hip hop lives

On Hot 9-7

Good heavens I'd rather catch HIV

Without Magic Johnson's medicine than listen to that ish

Hip hop's bigger like everything is in Texas

I rep Jetsons

Future rap

2 Hungry Brothers super producer rap

Supernat

Slash

Supercat

Slash

Who the cat you should catscan

Sandman

TBC