This the kind of
This the kind of slappers that I used to dream about
Peter Tosh Peter Tosh Peter TOSH
Nigga we back I be that bumba blood clot
Mozart now watch how we fart
Poisonous darts see when I start
I make 'em lick wood
Lock every hood, it's understood
Make 'em calm down, fuck up the place
Black telling god, they wish that they could
Do what i do, them niggas wack
Donkey shit rap
See when i come through, it's a wrap
Pull up pull up pull up pull up