Rhymaholik (Get Up!) lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Krane]
Remix, motherf*cker!

Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!)
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain
And you better follow instructions, I said (get up!)

[Verse 1: Mr. Krane]
I call myself the blackest motherf*cker in the history
I kick your f*cking ass-hole and spell you with mistery
I spoil you with my motherf*cking middle fing-er
And your future will be odd, Tyl-Er The Crea-Tor!
I'm the magician of the word, I am rhyming the curses
I'll kill you with my boom-stick and show you no mercy
Your flow sounds dumb, and your songs are just the wack
My flow is an AK, I'll make you, motherf*ckers, suck!
The pussies are often trying to be clev-ra than they can
I know some of these hoes, I like to burn 'em witta gas can
I hope that every boy like Juicy J will find his Miley Cyrus
And make her scream so f*cking loud that it'll be heard on Cyprus!
I don't consider every b*tch to be the walking hooker
But if I look at her and see the sl*t then Freddy Kruger
Will come into my place and take this b*tch on highway to hell
AC/DC, respect my sh*t, the female b*tches will yell!