Boom Bap - Sap, Mike Zombie, Hit-Boy

Yeah, and I know you from where?

I don’t know you man

I’m more fly than how fast time pass

Relax out in palm beach while I palm ass

She a bad bitch over there with a wine glass

If anybody smashed I’ll be damned if I’m last

I love hitting big booty bitches

That love to watch Love and Hip-Hop

I love to run in flip flops only rolling with big shots

Car dealerships the only time I shop at big lots

And any time that I start dropping boy you don’t get hot

Hoes know my name well like they birth me

One bitch acting new and never heard me

I’m well hydrated I never was thirsty

A white bitch with a black eye never was Fergie

These niggas beating hoes down like pow

And every time I see it go down I’m like «wow»

And anyways we need a bunch of bottles right now

My ears ringing yo I mean it’s quite loud

But still

Hit-Boy turned a little to a lot

Throw it in the grease watch it sizzle in the pot

Dribbling the rocks send a signal to the spot

Get banged for your bucks and a missile at your top

HB run the route, still busting moves like Joe Jackson child

Sub on loud while we puffing on loud

The market dirty, need a clean up on the aisle

Copped the whole thing though, go half or nothing

She gonna go fast like Bo Jackson rushing

BC in the white Benz, pulling up thumping

And we go back like 4 flats on a bucket

Out the sunroof screaming fuck it

Out in public you gotta love it

The days when we was younger was the roughest

Now it’s nothing to hit the mall and go stupid

Plugged in the game and we still got it zoomin

I can’t say I got attention hyperactive disorder

All the water broke and the doctor diagnosed me with this

My motor mouth is premium this is grade A what I spit

But not the type to gass you up the type to push German whips

It’s only footwear on the couches when you look at my fit

And I ain’t fucking a bottle because those bitches don’t get a tip

Stumbling over like speech impediments over the fifth

Henny straighter than homophobics ain’t no soda with this

Who you know but this that rap like this

You’re two headed monsters I’m a fucking lochness

Four in the morning young ZO was still at it

They can’t get enough of these bars like Xan addicts

Momma always knew I wasn’t normal like Norman

She know my bass come hit these bitches until motels are not bits

Now every time I’m out I see them mouth

And they like «that's Mike Zombie»

The looking at me while I’m looking at them dead in the face

Fuck me and get a slip disc

Who is- this?

Hodgy back for busi-ness

Get chips and dip like I’m frying fish sticks

I’m with a- chicken head and she dickin shit

And when I win the bread I know the bitches with this shit

She like expensive hairdos and golden bamboos

She rolled up a fat L and smoked them grams too

I get it back and take a swim like shamoo

I condition my women minus the shampoo

I’m pegging on her leggings while I hold on to her handle

I’m up before the sun up, I’m blowing out a candle

She up like what the fuck is up with records to scramble

That’s what the fuck is up with breakfast I scrambled

She woke up and discovered I left the channel

A block anglo sax and rambo attack

Lambo car jack and catch but the handles attached to me