[Intro: Rock]
Just thinking about my nigga P and shit, we always used to talk shit [?], I'd be like "Yo, I got raps for this (Sean lives on)
The Heltah Skeltah shit I got raps for my shit," he'd be like "My nigga just rap nigga, just motherfucking rap nigga, you think too much nigga just rap." You know what I'm saying?
So, this is for my nigga right here, I'ma show you, this is what I do when I just rap. I'ma just rap, let's go, y'all ready?
[Verse: Rock]
Do re mi fa sol la ti do
For that dough [?] amigo far, [?] Tito (Santana-looking ass)
Long clips, Bananarama it's gon' be a cruel summer better have ya' slammer, or clam up
Panhandlers got hammers, imagine the niggas with bandannas
It's outta hand for some of ya'
But for me it's straight cheesecake
You'd be safe with me in BK, stay for three weeks straight
I'm Don Rocko, from the Sackman block ho, Bucktown
Ain't no kung fu more like gun fu, Kung Pao
Throw caps at you reptiles, Kung Lao
No, boxing the Don, son down from one round
Do what you do, say what you herbs gon' say
[?] hate I keeps it a thousand like one-third André
Last year I took my biggest loss, this year the earth gon' pay
Streets want blood and we serving 'em plates, performing transfusions
You and ya' mans losing
The can coon 'em, have 'em do a dance
Shoot till the spring break, you get bamboozled
You get washed here, shampoo 'em, bamboo 'em
Wrapped up, clap through the dream shake, I blam Houston's
Rockets, bang zoom to the moon or to ya' tomb shun, vacate, National Lampoon's
You're a peon, beyond that you're a damn fool
Translucent as plans to jam who? (No)
It's a no-no, don't go, save yourself some time tag ya' own toe
Back out ya' own chrome, blow off ya' own nose
Go foe and use the fo'-fo', (uh-uh), fucking bozo
[Outro: Rock]
Nigga kill yourself
You should drink a motherfucking bottle of Lysol wit' ya' bitch ass
You know what you should do? I want you to take a deep breath
And hold it
Keep holding it
Keep holding it
Sean lives on