Lyrics:
Punk, bitch
He's 1-inch small, but he want to talk tall
Trying to fight the law, escorted by a cop car
Love to run your mouth, till I give you
niggas don't do kung fu
By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out
Snuff the punk
I'm gettin' tired of you chump
Bass in your face
You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
punk kid
Feeling so free
Fire I breath
All of a sudden
The floor
Started flooding
You getting beat by punk kids
Shawty acting Godly
Doing my dance
Doing
And even when they see you
Stack your O's by the book
They treat you like a criminal
Cuz your color's got 'em shook
Look man I got fam south of the border
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
on his scene
Now the critics and the cynics
And the suits all fear
Another rap metal whore
By the name of Punk with a P
A lot like me
A heavy metal kid
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Yeah Nigga
Uh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh What
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Bitch uh
All
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
When I was young there was a kid named Josh
He was a real punk rocker
He had two tattoos and wore a leather jacket
And he looked just like Mad Max
We
was black
Brought a crowbar in their pack
And those folk punk fools
You never can trust 'em
Well those dirty folk punks spent time by the train
When
great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk
Boxers in your
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
to go
'Cause I ain't the type to be doin' no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me
dad gave me my first guitar
My cousin taught me how to play
All of our favorite songs
From Enema of the State
I was just a punk kid never gonna fit in
stay dominate
And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit
Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage
End up on my block saying we the savage
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
to make time go by
There is only one thing that I miss there,
There is not enough punk rock shows
No place where the kids can get together
No concerts
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
to water down the flame
If punk is dead then you're the one to blame
A kid is not a nazi just because he shaves his head
A kid is not a commie just because
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