Holy Moly lyrics

[Intro: Chuck Duze] You do the Hokey Pokey and you burn yourself some loud

[Verse 1: Chuck Duze]
Yeah I do the Hokey Pokey while I'm smokin' dodi
Leave you suckas so below me
Want some beef? I throw balogna
Pass it to my brodie Yoshi
He got hops as cold as Kobe
Swear you rappers mostly phony
I ball like a roly-poly
Holy moley

Skip to my lou, I got the gin and the juice
I flip a grip of that glue to get to a different view
Skip to my lou, I got the gin and the juice
I flip a grip of that glue to get to a different view
(Let's get it)

Anybody want it boy i got it by the hunnids
I ain't talkin' 'bout a mil(/meal) but I could put it in her stomach
It's not a holiday but I be dishin' out the stuffin'
I'mma need a bigger rubber for the way that I be comin'

And if you wanna get it then come and gimme a visit
I'mma do it independent Mr. Bennet with the vision
I got one foot in the grave and I'm hopin' somebody dig it
If you tell me what it is then I could show you what it isn't

I'm goin f*ckin' super saiyen
You ain't bout to do a thang and
If I see a booty hangin
I'mma have to boomerang it
This a flow I'm used to flamin'
Got the head of buddha bangin'
Sippin holy water and I'm feelin' so rejuvenated

Run it back, I might just have to keep it a hunnid stacks
I ain't sayin sh*t but i could spit it mother f*ckin' fast
Sittin back, puffin' gas, livin' where the love is at
Pick it up, chuck it back, turn around, done with that
[Hook: King Souul]
I count the sayings like it’s money
Some might say I stay away
What i’m doing I’m just proving that my mind is on the fray
Or the fritz
What I’m saying, give no sh*ts
I’m just playing
Contradiction I’ve been praying
Not a saint or super sayian

[Verse 2: King Souul]
They’ve been playing on my life
And I’m not playing on my life
I brought the words they’re like scythe
Recite the rhymes I got a price
Off the top of the head
Missing
Quarter back like the vision
Lamar Jackson with the mission
Spin moves keep 'em wishing

Too wishy washy
I got cheese like my kolaches
That’s a stretch but no Pilates
Empty hands like it’s karate
Chop it up like it’s a hobby
I’ll leave you waiting like a lobby
My style too hard to copy
Part master that's way too c*cky
Still student that’s grown congruent
The system really can ruin
So I run up the words like it’s over time
Open the mind and talk from the soul
Green lit like a bowl
I’m burning em slow
Paid all my dues now I’m stuck in a daze
Calling up Duze to run up the plays
Two birds of a feather not trapped in the cage
Mind over matter and minimum wage
Stuck on a sentence no turning the page
This a possession they’re burning the sage
A Beat Demon I approach 'em with rage

[Hook: King Souul]
I count the sayings like it’s money
Some might say I stay away
What i’m doing I’m just proving that my mind is on the fray
Or the fritz
What I’m saying, give no sh*ts
I’m just playing
Contradiction I’ve been praying
Not a saint or super sayian

[Outro: Chuck Duze] Do the Hokey Pokey and you burn yourself some loud (cough)