The Fresh Prince of Self Flair (feat. Krohme)
Coconut Wolf
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I bust quotes that are cutthroat Like a Rambo knife, welcome to the jungle Best to remain humble and not go gung-ho I have blunt blows for rappers talking about the blunts and blow Running home just bunting domes My punches go as concussive blows over percussive tones Without cussing, so recognize I'm the illest ever To Will Smith the Record and hand the duffle slow I'm in my element like a Bunsen glow Producing more heat than Griselda opening wing spots in Buffalo What I'm building's on the rise and they're ducking low Who doesn't know colliding with me in the thunder dome Fractures more than a dozen bones Or that I sink moons and make suns explode Rappers are drunk and loaded off the rum and coke Talking about the guns they load Candy rappers, gummy clones with no guts to hold Sounding faker than MJ's rubber nose Your poetic justice is just a pose Tall tales with no base like the sub is broke I just dominate because these suckers blow It's a wash like suds and soap, so plug your hole And don't forget the rubber ducks and boats It's a fate you had to suffer though Just know going one on one with me, I'm leaving 1 and 0 And you don't want the 0 I'm saying, you come up short like finger banging in summer clothes I pull skeletons out my closet and chicks want to jump my bones Giving single stories before they take me back to the bungalow And show their bunghole A couple trashcans and she's showing where the junk is thrown A botanist the way she makes cucumbers grow All because she like a couple flows and thinks I'm sick So when it transmits, she's coughing up junk in throat I don't want to cuddle, though Effect and cause, B These nerds only drug em home playing Huxtable You could have your favorite strippers on the Vegas strip Shake dice you wanna roll End of the day, know your luck is blown Lately, I've been feeling like love's a quote That's why I'm stomping mudholes like Stunning Stone I flex different, with icepick trying to chisel muscle tone Foot choppers lose fingers down to the knuckle folds And I bring a dark side just clowning like a Juggalo I paid dues, I know the price like I think Ruck is dope That's why I got the props And you got it Helter-Skelter if you think it's just for show When the wheels spin, I'm a Midas touch of gold Firing all cylinders and you can't keep up with Coke puffing smoke Still, punks and pros want to clash not knowing I'm Strummer Joe And London's Calling, 'cause this goat Leaves matter horned like a Toblerone And you can try to bite, but should probably chocolate nose On account I'm lathered in a toxin coat Now all these dudes sound like another toddler spoke And I'm over heads and that's a bummer, though 'Cause now every jab is just punching low
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