[Intro]
I gotta tell you first of all
There's been tornados forecasted
Uh in the New York area uh

[Verse 1]
Give a damn what a sucka said
I'm all about them ducats, bread
That chicken on my mind like buckethead
A wild fervor my CD compels, you dudes burgers
Can't even do that medium well
Bunch of dick riders with no life preservers jumpin' off the deep end
It's funny all the cats who start beef wanna be friends
Fuckers on your mind get Droog looking like ville when they see me
Pushing that lam down the block like the Halaal man with the street cart
Had enough of the swine who ain't tougher than my old high school sweetheart
Chick was far from a thug but very live though ('05!)
She ran off on the plug like Terry Schiavo
Y'all know the vibe xylophone, Amber River
Lyrics will ensure I won't endure another cold December
Next year out in Cabo in a Lamborghini Diablo
Looking like Rob Lowe

[Chorus]
When them 3's stop falling and them lives ain't flying
I'll be fine (Yeah)
It's all good
If my body breaks down I'll just beat him with my mind (Yeah)
When the 3's stop falling and my speed go and starting to decline
Truth be told I'll be fine 'cause I make my money at the line
Shooting 90%

[Verse 2]
Got your boo-thang cumming like a hurricane licking twat
More untouchable than workers at the chicken spot
You think she at home watching Bird Box, I'm in the bird box
Behind that fox like old Rupert Murdoch stocks
You can't see me, give a damn about your metrics
Fuck rap I'm about to get a crazy bag from Netflix
David Letterman money, stupid pet tricks
Ovations, not acoustic electrics
And pull it off like a guitar lick
I heard your little songs
Said eh, your rhyme needs more garlic
Duck the arpeggio
The instrumental's loud
But the bars reggie though
A big salute to who's producing those kids, got 'em on SoundScan
But I ain't boosting no mid, I'm not a sound man
Be a minute before you call me a fan
I got that Beefheart in my tape deck bumping Frownland
People talk slick or bunt shit
Catch 'em at the function they dick munchin'
Mo'fuckers only keep the same energy when their engineer tells 'em to punch in
Feel me

[Outro]
Yo engineer can you uh punch me in
On the last line
No no no no, not this one
The one before that
Yeah
That's the one
Yeah yeah yeah
And uh, can you do me a favor real quick
Wassup
Can you put the phone effect on my voice
I wanna hear it while I'm rapping
Nah
You sound phoney enough already

[Outro 2]
Let's do it together
Yeah
Do dodododododododo
Everything's gone really plenty amok in the studio today
What? Are you kidding me?
Is this a joke or is this for real?
Its a bad joke, it's for real
It reminds me of that famous line from that album a long time ago
Where can I go