Rhythm N' Rhyme (Saint N' Klep Mix)

Bio Killaz Saint Sinna Tha Klepto Tryin' to sound like Mr. J all intellectual Where's ya f**kin' mustard man? Check nuts like a physical All mystical, balls glowin' like crystals Rippin' of Ghost Fleet Yo Dj! Hit Meeeee! It's Saint Sinna you forgot about me The Killa Kore Dynasty, Purgatory Propechy You wanna battle me? Ya s*cka emcee You're like a calorie I burn you straight the f**k up offa me I'm tryin' to kick a rhyme like no one else can Now whataya really know about the Triple Nut Clan? Chilli A. Willster's what the bitches call me 'cause I ride it like a porn star bitch, Tee-Hee Now I'm movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin' beat Like a monkey, ya momma swingin' off my meat Runnin' naked down the street like a mutha f**kin God Bouncin' like a po-go stick on my fat rod I needed a zone, a place where I can roam The CornField Ghetto the place I call home Now God made this planet he made Adam and Eve Then as a joke he created me Like a mutha f**kin' nomad I gather up sluts Line'm up bust nuts on they fat butts Aww shucks this s*cks I gives no f**ks I run around bathtubs like Amada King Tut I don't spit acid, but I drink battery acid I like to skinny dip covered in blood in Lake Placid Aw shit get three nuts tea-baggin' ya chin Leave you like a piece of art with cum on ya grin Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, knockin bitches off they feet Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, slappin' bitches with they meat Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, knockin bitches off they feet Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, rippin' off Ghost Fleet Yo, I be the Saint Sinno kickin' this flow my niggo Klepto Yeah we stole this shit, whutcha gonna do about it? Mental Walker, BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA Yes, I stole ya shit but I switched it up mutha f**ka I'm not Ghost Fleet, butcha movin' to the beat Story time! "She Loved Tha Klepto's Meat" Inside joke ya'll, and here goes anotha Push the "Alright Button" and go to work on that mutha f**ka f**k, why the f**k, do I f**kin' say f**k so much? f**k it, and check it as I get in touch With my feminen side, the old "Tuck and Hide" Can't see my d**k, ya know it's Rhythm N' Rhyme Proffessor Poop, chillax and tip a beer Stinkin' muthaf**ka in the atmosphere raise the f**k up outta here I'm a hella nice guy like John Wayne Gacy Dirty Dancin' Booty Bumpin' like Patrick Swayze Herpeghonasyphallaids gotcha a*s down? Well imagine if we f**k the next time around It'd be like rubbin' ya pus*y on a light socket Run up, tweak ya nipples like "Who Rock It?" Through ya out the vinder, then piss on ya butthole Bust a nut in ya brown eye, lookin' like a Swiss Cake Roll Tha Klepto repasentin' with a douche bag mask Kinda smells like a*s but I like it, don't ask This song influenced me 'cause it's so f**kin' phat To drink a W-D-40 and pierce my own a*scrack Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, knockin emcee's off the street Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, tea-bag ya while ya sleep Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, slappin ya momma with our meat Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, rippin' off Ghost Fleet Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, quick to turn up the heat Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, leavin' cum stains on ya sheet Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha f**kin beat Bio Killaz, knockin outcha teeth Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme Bio Killaz, remix of the Ghost Fleet