PANIC ROOM! - JPEGMAFIA

Get to work with the Chucks, yeah, Mr. Miyag'

Put your worth on my box, I’m catching a bod'

We do it, we slide, exit pits on the stop (Cool)

We cuttin' a cop, yeah, bitch, I’m the don dada

My papa’s a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17

I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons

Niggas be buggin' at Peggy too raw for too many reasons

I’m just trying to get a bag (Facts)

Rappers in this industry, creatively in hand (Damn)

When I scream, I crack a hottie, shake another dance (Sheesh)

Shake my head at night for hours, start working on my stances

Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight

This passion inside got no sequels, Peggy fine, no equals

I’m runnin' through these masters to find a beat as good as people

Give that bitch an elbow

How Peggy only five-nine with sticks as big as diesel?

My puppies told me feed you, these poor dogs, they gon' eat you

All doggies die at point range, this flick ain’t got no sequel

You choke like Key and Peele do

Banana clips gon' peel you

Monkey business to major move

Put him in the sky where the angels groove

Sucka-ass nigga, I ain’t playin' with you

Damn, boy, who claimin' you?

Why your niggas ain’t stay with you?

Must stay caught up with the Zoom

Got these niggas lookin' like panic room

Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah

Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and

All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u.

and

You ain’t gotta act like you ain’t scared, get comfortable

No, I don’t want your consent, nigga I’ma pull this dick on you

No, we ain’t gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?

If he do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible

Take two, De La Soul, roll on by and scrape you, ha

That’s for thinking that we was cool, ha (Brrt)

Caught this nigga without a tool, huh

Baby, you’re looking like a fool, hm