[Intro: Chuck Duze] You do the Hokey Pokey and you burn yourself some loud

[Verse 1: Chuck Duze]
Yeah I do the Hokey Pokey while I'm smokin' dodi
Leave you suckas so below me
Want some beef? I throw balogna
Pass it to my brodie Yoshi
He got hops as cold as Kobe
Swear you rappers mostly phony
I ball like a roly-poly
Holy moley

Skip to my lou, I got the gin and the juice
I flip a grip of that glue to get to a different view
Skip to my lou, I got the gin and the juice
I flip a grip of that glue to get to a different view
(Let's get it)

Anybody want it boy i got it by the hunnids
I ain't talkin' 'bout a mil(/meal) but I could put it in her stomach
It's not a holiday but I be dishin' out the stuffin'
I'mma need a bigger rubber for the way that I be comin'

And if you wanna get it then come and gimme a visit
I'mma do it independent Mr. Bennet with the vision
I got one foot in the grave and I'm hopin' somebody dig it
If you tell me what it is then I could show you what it isn't

I'm goin fuckin' super saiyen
You ain't bout to do a thang and
If I see a booty hangin
I'mma have to boomerang it
This a flow I'm used to flamin'
Got the head of buddha bangin'
Sippin holy water and I'm feelin' so rejuvenated

Run it back, I might just have to keep it a hunnid stacks
I ain't sayin shit but i could spit it mother fuckin' fast
Sittin back, puffin' gas, livin' where the love is at
Pick it up, chuck it back, turn around, done with that
[Hook: King Souul]
I count the sayings like it’s money
Some might say I stay away
What i’m doing I’m just proving that my mind is on the fray
Or the fritz
What I’m saying, give no shits
I’m just playing
Contradiction I’ve been praying
Not a saint or super sayian

[Verse 2: King Souul]
They’ve been playing on my life
And I’m not playing on my life
I brought the words they’re like scythe
Recite the rhymes I got a price
Off the top of the head
Missing
Quarter back like the vision
Lamar Jackson with the mission
Spin moves keep 'em wishing

Too wishy washy
I got cheese like my kolaches
That’s a stretch but no Pilates
Empty hands like it’s karate
Chop it up like it’s a hobby
I’ll leave you waiting like a lobby
My style too hard to copy
Part master that's way too cocky
Still student that’s grown congruent
The system really can ruin
So I run up the words like it’s over time
Open the mind and talk from the soul
Green lit like a bowl
I’m burning em slow
Paid all my dues now I’m stuck in a daze
Calling up Duze to run up the plays
Two birds of a feather not trapped in the cage
Mind over matter and minimum wage
Stuck on a sentence no turning the page
This a possession they’re burning the sage
A Beat Demon I approach 'em with rage

[Hook: King Souul]
I count the sayings like it’s money
Some might say I stay away
What i’m doing I’m just proving that my mind is on the fray
Or the fritz
What I’m saying, give no shits
I’m just playing
Contradiction I’ve been praying
Not a saint or super sayian

[Outro: Chuck Duze] Do the Hokey Pokey and you burn yourself some loud (cough)