McFly @ the Opera (feat. Billy Shakes, Prime & Truth)

My crew do be signing boobies, copping rubies Smoking doobies, *hock* *spit*, catching scoobies Watching movies in jacuzzis, drinking Truly's 'Cause they're delicious My rhymes are vicious, yours fictitious, mine malicious I don't blame these other rappers for being suspicious - Of how I got the flow that they dream 'bout in their wildest wishes I go ham on all my hooks just like some fucking fishes Snap on stage and blow your baby girl some kisses, And you can't make a scene, she's actually just your mistress This is ridiculous, I can't believe my shit is Poppin' off like this, word to moms, pops is my witness Talking to baby girl and she was like, "Hello" Said, I'm a mellow fellow, exuding yellow My aura so bright, like diamonds With no watch, but I'm shining Don't cop the bling to up my swag, that's freestylin' Bastard flow, nastier than cashis blow Rope-a-dope against George foreman in 74 October's truest very own, brought to you on the third '95, 25 comin' soon, ya heard Word to my momma, no drama, trynna make commas Yo, fuck the White House, sit me down with Obama Like ayy, wuddup Barrack, I'm just grinding and struggling Smoking all this dope, but hey, I gotta die from something No mo' backtrackin' or napsackin' or backpacking I'm back clapping the beat, back rapping some heat Back strapped with a piece, no, strapped with some peace So, when you put your hands up, I won't shoot like police Sheesh, I'll beat your ass down and then cheese Put ya to rest and bless your soul just like a sneeze Jeez, I'm got bars, my connection is good Fuck you, "I'm out of line," I step correct when I should Good god, good golly, and good gracious Talk down on my name, bro, that shit is fallacious Keep that same energy, boy., I'm always vivacious Audacious, tenacious, and just a little flirtatious You know that my vocab is so rad, that's no cap Looking around seeing these mothafuckas toe tap Bangers, vibes, all that, I blow that Got everybody asking, "Shakes, where your next show at?" Ring, ring, ring, Prime's here with a bag of lube Ready to fuck your plans up like I'm spilling food' I'm in the club with a Coogi on like it's '92 Waitin' on you to try me, like the song I'm singing to Shakes, you spittin' loogies? Well, I'm robbin' houses Sippin' Henny, while staring daggers and half smilin' They think I'm wildin' 'cause the weed and liquor got me stylin' Now put your hands up if you saying, "Fuck the drama" Fuck problems, fuck for mileage And if you do, just don't end up with a toddler You gon' find me sipping Henny with problems I came here with two damn blunts and an ice to sip I might be colder than some ice chips or a scorn bitch And if you questioning my bars, go and suck my dick Yeah, suck my dick Primetime I released the hounds by the sound of a gun at point blank range Claimed to be insane in the brain plus mentally deranged Cause I'm ill, in for the thrill, to be surreal No damage done, still number one, the chosen son I'll reap your benefits, hold up your mind for commonsense I'm taking gems 'cause the rest are all counterfeit Are you a Montagu or Capulet 'Cause at the end it doesn't matter, this mount I'll use, your cap will split It's evident that I'm gonna cause a scene with the management Fuck the rules, I am a loose cannon and I'll stand where you sit I won't submit 'cause I have the power to vanquish all who spit So, this is it, grab all your shit cause it's time for you to quit I can admit that I do type these bars for the skeptics On this mic I am the full price, you're only half the cent Try to repent to your landlord for skipping out on rent Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes left I'ma keep fighting for peace until my last dying breath Keeping my eye on the fouls, you can call me the ref No haters fucking with me, but I simply digress The Truth, Grand Lotus, the proof is beating inside my chest