Pickled Peppers (feat. DJ Rest)

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers Red leather, yellow leather Whether the weather is fine or not You know the rhymes is hot clever A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers Tip of the tongue, teeth and the lips The kick of the drum, spit up a lung Freak when it hits You twiddle your thumbs, diddily dum Tweakin' your wrists Riddle me this, riddle me that Pleadin' the fifth I'm eatin' a Ritz Bet the bougie cracker sue me after Smack a goofy wack rapper, you's a movie actor I heard the groupie chatter, that don't even truly matter Jewelry snatcher, I'm foolish, I roll a oolie fatter I'm truly flattered and fascinated, infatuated Soaked into the fabric fibers and saturated Caffeinated, I'm making it pop, percolate Bop bop, hurt your face, stop drop, murk the place Shut it down, open up shop, make it worth the wait Work the bass, let it blast you off earth to space Word to Mase and to Fabolous and to Jadakiss I know the haters hated this, they afraid of this Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers Red leather, yellow leather Whether the weather is fine or not You know the rhymes is hot clever A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers Green gobs of them greasy and grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdie feet They be like, Blam em Dust Oh, I see you heard of me Shout out all my haters, nah, that ain't gonna work for me I don't owe no favors, I'ma make you work for me Or burglary, I keep it sturdy for emergencies I'm virtually indestructible, word to Hercules I've certainly been impervious inadvertently Verbally vicious, and ambitious with circuitry Star scenery, Mars, Venus, and Mercury Moving more units and makin' the muscle flex I'm double checkin' the stats, whoever's toughest next You rubber neckin' them racks, I'd rather bust some sets I'm tougher wreckin' the tracks Let it crack, adjust your neck Give it up for the greatest to ever grace the game We makin' gains, you would break You can't take the pain Makin' it pop, percolate Makin' it pop, percolate Flex Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers Red leather, yellow leather Whether the weather is fine or not You know the rhymes is hot clever A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers