Outkast

[Verse 1: Sway]

Boo! Hah, did I scare you?

I'm a ghostwriter and now I'm here to

Doctor the game, I had a lot of patients waiting

Now I'm coming to a theater near you

Watch for the name, welcome to the [?] mind

Red carpet, there's blood everywhere

They thought it was a joke! No, there's no joke

No, there's no co-joke, there's no [?]

Give me a reason, I'm ready for any prayer

Hop out in South Park, wanna kill Kenny yeah?

Go fool me, excuse the wholeful me

I'm hungry, never had any Ready Brek

In fact, I never had any breakfast

Now I'm feeling like [?]

Call me [?] cause I missed the motor

I ain't gotta break this remote, there's way too much telly here

I'm pissed, everybody's had enough

I'm tryna be Moe, just tryna sell a duff

Beer, get it? Pub, Mo

Duff, sell it, pub, blow

I'm tryna make a video, I always wanna be more

Amused than to see me in a life of selling drugs

I sell it to your door as I sell it to your son

And when I've got a story I sell it to The Sun

People on top but they start selling out

Because I don't give an uff like I can't get it out

And everybody knows that Sway is the one

But it's so hands-down that they can't give it up

Been perfecting my flow since 16

Nicotine cause they can't get enough

Getting at me but they don't keep it clean

Makes me sick like [?]

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]

See I've been living with Sway, postman

Flow's always on time but it ain't for minimum wage

Wearing different weights up, I make it hard

When I raise the bar, that's how I keep spitters in shape

I'm a prophet on the re-up, and I promise like preer

I'll see my fantasies before I'm gone like "see ya"

Adios, in a beamer, they're calling me an outcast

Cause I can rock the boat like the ghost of Aaliyah

RIP, when I flow, I'm a killer

I'm a kilo, I'm coke up for nose, get a key cup

When I seen ya, your stripes on the road, you're a FILA

You know it's Ps when the card I was dealt was a Visa

Ch-yeah, and I ain't never tried to fit in

They say I stand out even when I'm sitting

Ch-yeah, fell from the sky, say, I slipped in

Built for the game, say, I mastered the system

Ch-yeah, and you're a slow starter

Cause I said choo choo, I'mma go faster

Living on the box, cuh me nah no quarter

I'm never gonna fade cause I ain't no barber

[Verse 3: Sway]

And I ain't no starter, I'm still in mint condition

Even after eight years and I've already ate half the

Competition, leave the rest for the wretch, I'm getting bored

And plus the writings on the wall and all are calling me the marker

Black Sinatra, a bad mother-F-arker

But they would rather call me uncle, too afraid to call me father

And I'm leaving them all behind, they're tryna catch up

But my inspiration is from a different source and I ain't talking tartare

But thank you, thank you, I've seen a lot of drama

But mama raised her a soldier boy, never made a song and dance up

All of my disadvantage, tears are crying this up a little farther

Let me adjust into the groove, armada, Swah

Too many rappers are lying about half of the things they're rhyming about

Hope that when I went, no spiders about

Cause so many bodies can't find any out

I'll be going in, no hanging about

Cause I'mma get the pussy while they're hiding me out

They say I'm not straight, how the hell could I be

Everything that's outside of the house?

Trust, you don't wanna put me to the challenge

Conceal your noise

[?] hoes like Travis

Yeah, I'm the real McCoy (RAH!)

And I've got a fanbase from Ilford to Illinois

And right now [?] so anything that's in my path, I will destroy

I'm like the kings in Troy, oh, I'm heavy in court

But I'm so brief, I don't even need a suit for the case, I barely in walk

And when I walk in, everybody eyeing man, they call me Starks for short

Cause I'm stark raving mad, and I'm on the board, they call me Tony Hawk

Clap-clap-clap-clap, yeah, I'm hype, sorry, yeah, I'm Skyping, they're only talk

When we leave the club, everybody leaves their zombie corpse

You can't cross me in this game, your bank balance in the row shows only noughts

You ain't got nothing on me, in fact you ain't got nothing, only thoughts