mystique have the world froze My physique got me dressed up in shell toes Ingotalize, I inhale slow I'm from out of town capsule some kind of portal Spitting these rhyme at you like a
shit up on my mind I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish up my rhyme Take a number, I caught you in a slumber I hit you for a lick, I'm in the
right You always give some back and that's a fact And havin' a rider on your side. (Crooked I) [overlapping the last line of the chorus] Hey speakin' a rhyme
a change, I had to get off out these streets To get you out your seat Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet And let 'em feel something deep
to Churches on crutches Hard hitters, check out the town that God give us Brotha come with it are tryin'a be legit But gotta put the trip on the nigga
or fashion I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes
buyin me a I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll. I like to get high and play dunkball I like to get high aint a punk yall!! kottonmouth kings's
your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real
and multiple blood spillers A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat So a nigga is gone hustle, a
already got a mouthful, Act like I astound yall, well I?m a scoundrel, With enemies but cliche is a friend of me, I?m out yall. Chorus Pull up a chair
a little poontang You know what I'm saying Let me get a little trip, bitch You finna die Okay, cause I'm not a raper But you still make morning paper
then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like Hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style