busta rhymes
you ain't fuckin' wit me
Yea, hey yo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh Yea, This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea  Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate Catch it from one of my bitches, box cutter (cutter) Articulate! Feels so great That I can bless my niggas with shit they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggas can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches want to give me a high five (five) Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggas do what they want to (wanna) Alright bitches, now show yo' asses  The shit we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the fuck up) We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping) (we keep it gangsta motherfucker) And it ain't no stopping the way that we goin' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fucking with me (what the fuck, c'mon)  Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you giving me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggas applaud My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be something you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggas like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggas know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggas is straight popcorn Talk the trash, coming forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS) Now ain't no stopping how we coming full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash) No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well done Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep shit coming How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it Controlling the land, controlling the sea Now we control the whole sky, perhaps make niggas collapse Make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, alright niggas! Now throw yo' hands up  The shit we dropping be sure to get y'all moving (get the fuck up) We keep it popping, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it bopping) (we keep it gangsta motherfucker) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fucking with me (what the fuck, c'mon)  Yeah, this sound like, the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fucking, groovy ghoulies and friends or something