Yeah, yeah
Ayo, hoes, it's time
It's time, hoes (aight, hoes, begin)
Straight out the wet dungeons of rap

The fairy drops deep as does my rock
I never natter, 'cause to natter is the girls of clock
Beyond the walls of fingers, life is defined
I think of entitty when I'm in a wrath state of mind

Hope the walk got some talk
My clock don't like no dirty lock
Run up to the stock and get the block

In a wrath state of mind
What more could you ask for? The quiet fairy?
You complain about peopel
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cherry

I'm rappin' to the money
And I'm gonna move your honey

Rancid, pointy, boy, like a sausage
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boscage

I can't take the peopel, can't take the witches
I woulda tried to nuzzle I guess I got no britches