CHAIN McFLY

Wilt Chainberlain Call myself Wilt Chainberlain Cause I'm drop'n a hunnit points Every time I touch the booth Yea Drank'n mud Hi-Tec, Yea Ba-DaDaDaDa-Dum I'm Drank'n mud Hi-Tech Yea Totin' a Kill-Tec I'm Moon walk'n thru' muddy grass Smooth Criminal I... Must be Michael Jackson bad HK-40 Time machine leave niggas 'inna past Nickname my weapon Doc Back to the Future Yea Marty McFly I'm making time travelers out they ass I feel like the dead be stalk'n me They close I hear them talk'n All night bump'n (Demon Fight) thru' my speakers So I can't hear they ass Fight'n Sleep, Flood'n my mind 'wit beats Sorry for my sleep walk'n Pets inside my crib I know you Hear them dawgs inside here bark'n Shut the door Don't touch my radio Unless you rather be walk'n Six 12's like Webbie Bump'n Chain let'n my speakers blast 'Uhh-Uhh Okay Okay You wan' beef wit' me 'Uh-huh okay Well that's what we gone do Be on Your way Your way What's this location why you sent that If you want that Come and get that I won't bring that shit to you Hear them sirens when they com'n Go home quick to watch the news I know thug and gangsta' vibes But I don't get them vibes from you Okay Okay Yea Billie Jean Don't lie to me That was not my son ma'am Bullets carry niggas just like wings Okay Hothead nigga say he a hotboy Go to hell and be hot then Sad to end in flames when you was raised in faith Dumb nigga don't flex me 'nun yo muscles 'You'nt put no fear in me boy Big Gun Gone bench press all yo brains away You can Huff 'N Puff Act tuff But you ain't tuff like how this pistol tuff You wanna punch Nigga then punch this Glock-19 'inna face Smoke alarms Going off in my head from 'allese fire ass bars Asking God Can he bless my rod I feel 'desse niggas fraud Hol'n On'nu whatever that's left inside this cold ass heart Oh my God Here these niggas go acting so tuff & hard Patience When I blow tho' its gone be a celebration Humble Whole time know'n I was raw wait'n to say sum Com'n 'round me actin' like you love me 'Onnat brother shit Gang came out my mouth that was 'bout 2Real Not that other shit Handful 'uh niggas tried to play me like a bitch B'fo You heard 'uh that but You ain't heard from them again tho' I know I 'wun raised this way The streets made me this way I'm traumatized Yea Anything make me smile they wan'see taken away Yea Smoke Alarms Smoke Alarms Yea, Yea Drank'n mud Hi-Tech Yea Totin' a Kill-Tec I'm Moon walk'n thru' muddy grass Smooth Criminal I... Must be Michael Jackson bad HK-40 Time machine leave niggas 'inna past I can't rap 'bout shit that I ain't did or 'nun I ain't Done Too many real problems in my life Why would I fake one