I Got a Secret

Damn, ladies and gentlemen I got a secret (What's that?) Somebody told me yo' a*s stink Don't blame me Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four Huh, huh, yo, huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo (Come here baby) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo huh Yea yo yea, these metaphors be broad Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour Shoot up the Mardi Gra*s with double chrome forty-fours Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin' Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q f**k, f**k, f**k bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch It's where the blacks rub, what, f**k your back up My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel The rapture ha ha ha hah ha hah Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I see son Break your neck secretly blown, tali co style doc Trace the sketch according to verbal recordin' hot Bricks underground detox f**k up farm crops Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals I react the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further I serve the murder then beef it to hamburger I'm only kidding Knowin' godamn well that's hard to spit Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood Everyday, wanna star check an astrologist f**k, f**k, f**k bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch You know, papi chulo with the f**ked up grammar So much Spanish a*s, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbara, check it The clues I left was hard for cops to etch a sketch it Serial killer that tracks pus*y in every borough Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack I blow you by two miles, cut my licence hit the hazards Fatal, duck in' from pus*y police in lesables Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin' And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken Ha ha, alright one more time