way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' everyday You can cool it You can heat it Cause baby I don't need it Take
that! and fuck you! who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title I'm joe da fat gangsta, far from billy idol I get you open on the freestyle tip Now are you hip to the way
!) It seems I can't explain The way I feel about you You just don't understand You're from kalamazoo... You got to realize Our little romance deal
to trust nobody Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party You see I can always say I ain't stupid But when the feds are at my door
) You betta watch your shit 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap Lay you on the floor and tell you Bitch you
, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy) Do you get shit crunk or do you get jiggy? (wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy) Will you still be fuckin' when you way past
now check it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my
me I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying But you'd be surprised where my music is playing
Bubblefuck My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol I get you open on the freestyle tip Now are you hip to the way
16 bars I spit are thrillers 8 out of 16 bars you spit are fillers And I got these beats game tight Keep talkin shit, just spell my name right Evidence
check it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my
my Timbo boots Every club I get my Indo and my pistol through My goons resemble the Gooch, got niggas scared The way we make the paper make haters have
! And fuck you! Who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you I got' eat, that's like trying to tell
you bust, I'm bustin', You shoot, I shoot You miss, I hit, Hot Boy representin' that gangsta shit, Stop playin' with the young soldier, believe, You jeopardizin
society [Outro: RZA] Yo, the +Sickness+ That's what I want "What are you looking for?" "Man with no mother" That's what I want "What are you looking
I cough my hearing is getting blurry I ain't a hater, player Just ain't no suckers allowed And you and that bitch that was dancing are just way outta