Fresh Fly Fellas - DJ Yoda

Yo it’s kinetic

It’s best

Leaving your skeleton crushed

I bug out like crack heads

Through an adrenalin rush

Plus I’m holdin' more blocks down than gravity’s grip

You see a chick in your whip

Ballin' Apathy’s dick

My salary’s thick

Pullin' more chips from the raps on wax

Than cats stack in craps or blackjack

I’m rich yo

Mac thick hoes with sick flows

I flip to rich hoes for self Pacino

On tour

I’m hardcore

Catch a little whore

Getting banged on the bathroom floor

And she said it wasn’t her

Yeah it was

Yo I can’t even lie

I’m irresistible and every bitch thinks that I’m fly

Walk by give your chick a little wink with the eye

And make the man feel soft so he doesn’t reply

There’s nothing to think

You faggots better tuck in your link

When seeing me and sacrifice ice to the nicest MC

«We're fresh fly fellas»

Now I don’t longer inhale dank to activate my think tank

I spit bars to bartenders and bars over drinks

Fuck skinny mamas

I like 'em shaped like Coca-Cola bottles

Tryin to holla at Takara from the Next Top Model

Hard act to follow when my noggin’s full throttle

Psychology got MCs tryin' to bottle me to swallow

The anomaly that what commonly passes as rhymin' be

Don’t speak, Crystal, pistols, chips, whips and death and diamonds, see?

My verses versus your verses

Like dispersing curses from witchdoctor to piss doctor

Better get doctors and nurses

What is bond, feet first

Like a breach birth

I’d rather rap, kiss my crack than put platinum on my teeth hurt, word

How can I get it through your fitted

What you spit’s pitiful?

I can’t

That’s why I sit and view the bull you mental midgets do

I’m signin' off

Sometimes on I’m rhymin' timin' off

I’m a con for a hip-hop, pop, Bach, and rock Rachmaninov

Now I don’t know a god damn thing about bricks and grams

Since the way I do hits they call me 'Spick and Span'

FYI, it’s best you learn to sleep with a handgun

That’s an age-old trade that I’mma instil in my grandson

Your crew is soft

Lookin' suspect of course

Mistake you for the Village People or the Soul Sonic Force

Put rainbow-hair faggots to the test like no other

Drop 'em from the tenth floor

They gon' pass with flyin' colors motherfucker

I’ve got a few screws loose and my Uz' is foolproof

No safety triggers like a loose tooth

I don’t care about Bentleys, Hummers, Diablos

I put twenty-four inch rims on a Volvo

And pull fat bitches with my clothes all wrinkly

All it takes is a wink of the eye

And one Twinkie

A rapper wanna diss?

He just a two-ball bitch

Up on Girls Gone Wild suckin' Snoop Dogg’s dick