Mad Songtext
von Mantronix

It′s the irresistible, the edible, incredible
Five-fo' one ho, I told you so
Niggas better act like they motherfuckin′ know
When I gets the mic up in these
The whole motherfuckin' joint freeze
Simon says stop, let her drop
The macka delight, the delicious
That suspicious ass silent night
So you can save it for the featherhead chick
Quick to get vicked 'cause she don′t write her own shit
And I ain′t tryin' to diss nobody, fuck that hottie
Check it, see, I′m about to get stupider
Than the air on Jupiter, callin' all cars For sixteen, eighteen, twenty bars
Bein′ smoked like cigars, niggas
'Cause I flip and put bitches in the trash can, shit
I keeps it real, motherfuckers know the deal
Who′s that boo, pushin' that baby blue?
Yeah, lampin' on chrome
So nigga, what′s up? The marquee cut
Hit me off and maybe you can watch the butt
Cars and two-wheelers, jetskis, it can′t get realer
Catchin' a tan, sippin′ on tequila
Meanwhile, Cristal's laid in the cut
Fuck the Don, I got the bomb for your butt


Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist

So nigga try to play this shit down, what′s it all about?
Like tag, motherfucker, yo, your ass is out
One rings around your whole steez, bitch nigga, please
Can't fuck with these
Three scoops of funk blew up the trunk
Pass the skunk so we can get lifted off this junk
Straight from the jump, my shit is on thump
Nigga can′t swim so your ass got sunk
Punk, 'cause I'm focused, never say you never noticed
If not on corral, I′m bustin′ out Lotus
I got the flow, nigga, no need for the lifeboat, nigga
Shit get outta hand, who'll pull the trigger?
The bigger one, the shotgun, the one shine like sun
Players wanna scoop shorty with the snakeskin ankle boot
Pushin′ the ZE, the three-EE scoop
The bitch got loot

Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist

Niggas know the rule, what's up with Baby Blue?
Pushin′ that blue Accord, fuck with this and get floored
I got the shit that make niggas wanna drink
Step up in the rink and get dead and stink
'Cause I hate that grabbin′ at that
Backstabbin' that, nah, I ain't havin′ that
So I′m cancellin' hoes on the regular
Rollin′ on the one-two, 'cause I′m a soloist, boo
Mackin' one deep in the jeep
Niggas givin′ me a beat, and no, I don't speak
So now callin' me a bitch don′t mean nothin′ anyway
Nigga, I'ma shine even on a cloudy day
Like the mo-mo′s, keepin' it real for all of those
Yawn, peep hoes creepin′ with John Does
All y'all chickens claimin′ y'all couldn't
Never let another nigga other than your man
Roll dog in your puddin′
Spots to get blocked
Cold coolin′ in the coupe with the fuckin' top dropped

Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist
Who wants to step to this aggressiveness?
The bucknackinest of this lyricist