Wolfseth
Run It (freestyle)
I'm cocky in every weather
Whether it’s weathercock or a shattered box to a platypus throwing glitter rocks at the ghetto block
I swear I'll swear on sway
What the fucking fuck?
Out of the blue
I'll pop the cock she blew, infant of the fucking police
Cops, this ain’t not poppycock
Think I'm sorry? Not
Copy what?
Thought I was a laughing stock passing massive blocks of crap with a radish fox
And in that box it had dazzling cocks and acid drops from the dirty docks
Now I'm hollyhock
Forty blocks away
Locked and hammered in a cage
Guess I'll go hammerlock
How can I not?
You were my antiknock
If I was climbing this mountain you'll be my alpenstock