[Intro: Huaru?]
Woop
Woop
Uh

[Verse 1: Huaru?]
Pardon my jargon
I’m just on the job again
With me, you get more than you bargained
They found you in the bargain bin (Brr)
Heard mans talking shit
Go to shake his hand
And its Parkinson's
Lil man ain’t been talking since, uh

Your shit is light
It could toboggan in the bog-lands
Your catalog seen more ass than a park bench (ha, ha)
You retreat, panic, you flee
What you call a bitch
While the Fleece wreak havoc, you see
That’s just our stench (pee-ew)

I’m just having fun
You don’t have to fund me
I’d still have a habit of rapping
If I had half the money (yup)
When they don’t understand the scheme
It be mad funny, like
(Ha, ha, ha)
It’s all laughter from me
Say I’m not the goat
You setting fire to your dungarees (you're a liar)
My feature likе an escort
Know it come with fees (ha)
Know what they say
Good things comе in threes
But if one thing is certain
It’s that number one is me (duh)

I’m one of one
If we going one on one, you beat
Rap 101
I’m the one that you would want to teach (true)
The style master
Turn your top 5 to biohazard
Disrespect the Fleece
Then I’m spewing bile atchya (ew)

Applying pressure when I drop
This is not a release (nope)
Out of body like Quantum Leap
When I author a piece
It’s not a peace offering
You get offed with the piece
You not a piece off of the cloth
That you sought to appease
But me?
I be quick to leave em
Kinda sorta terrified
I deplore those declaring, they’re important
But they’re not
Gotta pay your dues and put in time
Before you’re verified
Blew your check, mine like the marijuan
That’s got me very fried

High performance, every time
I’m not your ordinary guy
My disorder like Midas aura
Write gold in every line
A guy that I find very odd
Or thriving flying to paradise
If you tripping
I resort to violence like it’s Marriott (ahh)

And to be honest I could carry on
But the theme is so played
Might just write a few of these
Release ‘em like the old days (uh)
Give ‘em work
Even when I smoke breaks
Emcees acting like teens that just
Fiend to know how the smoke taste (oww)
[Outro]
Golly!
One sound from the kid "pop"
And he's dead...

You should've seen the look on your face!