Lyrics:
puts they keep on attacking
Chopping blasting
Don’t do the acting
Everlasting just like my fashion
I rock designer hate with a passion
He go by Toby he
duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha surrounded by
[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
Born in the basement of Bizzle*
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you,
body your fam'||[Sheek Luchion]|Uh, uh, yo|Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.|Look at me as that cat that know how
doing rythm alone but dat one no biso
I got this energy energy e
Go rock your body body
Energy energy energy e
I get this energy energy
Energy energy
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
feel alright
pump it up all night.
Body rock, show me what you got!
Let "Rob Reck" wreck the boom spot.
There is a dance over here, a dance over
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
Jenny, mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la
rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to be
letters out of record
It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
That's a problem, I
[CHORUS x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs cla**ified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up
Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block
Bah
Mm-mm, yo
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up, back up,
let it out
Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer
Yo, New Orleans, La, Va to Queens, I95
Where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the
Hood, to really make it, now we cake it
Until our whole
like lava, like lava
Heated like a sauna
Penetrating through your body armor
Rhythmically we massage ya
With hip hop mixed up with samba
With samba
play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock
'Cause I listen to The Lox and I to watch
While you still
viv')
We finna pop off (off)
Im feelin' like top dog (dog)
Pass me the rock, all in yo block, I hit it, can't walk off (hit it, can't walk)
I think I'm
[Intro]
Hey yo dogs for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'cause now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What
foe
All black attire
When we going to pull a kick door
Yo bitch suck dick
For her fits
Real sicko
Getting big bank rolls
In the cold
Body shivers
First
Frontin' like you a heavy hitter
Nigga that shit for the birds
And yo broke ass a pigeon, too
My old hoe belong in a pigeon coop
R.I.P
I don't rock chains
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