{Verse 1} (YNGC E-MAN)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, women, it's time
It's time, women (aight, women, begin)
Straight out the single dungeons of rap

The rock drops deep as does my stick
I never sail, 'cause to sail is the uncle of kick
Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Chicago state of mind

Hope the tick got some kick
My trick don't like no dirty slick
Run up to the nick and get the flick

In a Chicago state of mind
What more could you ask for? The scrummy rock?
You complain about loud music
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stock

I'm rappin' to the towel
And I'm gonna move your scowl

Ugly, hairy, crazy, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat

{Verse 2]
Glock with the kick back
I gotta spit these sick raps
Don't relate me to Joey Trap, because our flows are similar
Ya'll n***a's is gonna remember me one day
It's sad when your own family gives up on you
Got your girl in my dm's
Can't you see me rising up to number mother fucking one
I just might kill your daughter and your son
Not in the way you think of your daughter
She a mystery
Got the bitch bleeding like John F. Kennedy
She decided to step in my vicinity
All of you is my fucking enemy
Called me trash once an now all of you want a fucking feature
Say hi grim reaper for me


[Interlude}
You know what. Sorry if you don' like music because I would recommend turning it down
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