{Verse 1} (YNGC E-MAN)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, women, it's time
It's time, women (aight, women, begin)
Straight out the single dungeons of rap
The rock drops deep as does my stick
I never sail, 'cause to sail is the uncle of kick
Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Chicago state of mind
Hope the tick got some kick
My trick don't like no dirty slick
Run up to the nick and get the flick
In a Chicago state of mind
What more could you ask for? The scrummy rock?
You complain about loud music
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stock
I'm rappin' to the towel
And I'm gonna move your scowl
Ugly, hairy, crazy, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat
{Verse 2]
Glock with the kick back
I gotta spit these sick raps
Don't relate me to Joey Trap, because our flows are similar
Ya'll n*gga's is gonna remember me one day
It's sad when your own family gives up on you
Got your girl in my dm's
Can't you see me rising up to number mother f*cking one
I just might kill your daughter and your son
Not in the way you think of your daughter
She a mystery
Got the b*tch bleeding like John F. Kennedy
She decided to step in my vicinity
All of you is my f*cking enemy
Called me trash once an now all of you want a f*cking feature
Say hi grim reaper for me
[Interlude}
You know what. Sorry if you don' like music because I would recommend turning it down
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
MOSH PIT
MOSH PIT
MOSH PIT
MOSH PIT
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