Da Supafriendz

Give 'em some skin (yeah), a real country bumpkin (huh) Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins (huh) Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin' (yeah) When he's on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin' (hehe) Town village nympho, now it's all his though The way she got down was far from privileged info (uh) Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo' (huh) Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho' Couldn't tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega Test tube L's with the lid, Garcia y Vega His tongue is like a sword that's mighty like a pen And you ain't seen nothin' like "The Mighty Quinn" "Alrighty then!" Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand (huh) People's catchin' feelings like it's "Making of the Band" Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands Chances are, he'll lose the battle and the war (yeah) Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar (ooh) Shucks, he should have known 'em two schmucks Would have came through the game Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks, now Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water (fire water) I advise all fathers to watch they daughters (watch they daughters) It's goin' down tonight We got monster's in the crowd And they ready to fight (ready to fight) Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water (fire water) I advise all fathers to watch they daughters (ha-ah) You know we keep tricks up the sleeve (yeah) Comin' through with the Justice League (But you don't hear me though) I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat (yeah) BMX got your guns, old folks got soap Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley (you mother-) Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap I came up with cats (yeah), that never be smilin' (never smilin') I called Doom he said meet him on Monsta' Island Where the girls look good and the MCs be wildin' (wildin') You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin' With Lady Jaye holdin' hands with the Baroness (ha-ha) Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don't got nothin' on this I got them "Go Go Gadgets" ("Go Go Gadgets") So when the Cobra-La come through the floor I'm puttin' snakes in baskets We rhyme and do our thang He's like Stymie from "Our Gang" (huh) Guitar twang, try me, and "Wa Da Da Dang" (yeah) I don't think you want to know Even if you still do And want me to, I'll tell you But then I'd have to kill you Will you? Please It's like a grilled cheese sammich Gotta bring the butter else the bread'll get damaged Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire If you ask nicely, and bring a glass We'll share the last beer, here After "The Cold Vein" and "Doomsday" We don't need no pop Revolution, we hit cops with judo chops And all you see is red, black, and green (ha-ha) Know I'm down for my team They killed Radio Raheem! Now I want to smoke a blunt You know, blow off some steam? Open my mouth like Godzilla And all you see is light beams This rap shit ain't all that it seems You can leave it to the Supafriendz to spill the beans (yeah, yeah) I'm goin' down in TIFY Why try? (Ho, ho) Can I get a witness?