Chonky Fire

I have no idea what I'm doing~

I have no idea what I'm doing~

But...

Everbody get up,sit up Christopher

They are miserable without you

Superman is alive and he's flowing like the Mystic River

Girl dont act like you never been kissed before

One,two,three,four,five,six

Thisa rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser

How did anybody ever find me

I disappeared I was hiding in Freeway's beard

Just a hop skip and jump from my skin

Gushin nails into my face that I been pushing

Hellraiser,My face is my pincushion

It's like when I'm on the mic

I can squish a sucker like a vice grip

My pen put ya in the slaughterhouse cuz ya styles been butchered

I'll spin chainsaw,take off like the blades on

My brain's on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on

Here's a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it

Err...ribbit,ribbit

I got you slippin on my swag juice

My swag juice

I got you slippin on my swag juice

My swag juice

Now here's a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it

Err...ribbit,ribbit

I got you slippin on my swag juice

Cuz he gets as busy as a bee

Baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard

He'll catch it in his teeth

What is he? He's a wizard

Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit

And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick is it?

Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya

I want a kiss before I blow this b*tch to smithe-reens

Get the guillotines,this is a situation that's critical

As Dre spins his uh turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor

Cheka chicka checka chicka checka checka chicka

Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker

Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor

Now baby just to make a little breakfast

And it's six o-clock in the morning

Unless you want to get some dessert

Now here's a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it

Err...ribbit,ribbit

I got you slippin on my swag juice

My swag juice

I got you slippin on my swag juice

I said...

Here's a smidget,a midget to get your digits,Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it

Err...ribbit,ribbit

I got you slippin on my swag juice

My swag juice

I got you slippin on my swag~

My swag juice

Ayo,just so everybody knows,

That was a hook that we made on the way to the radio station.

And we were trying to get it right

So we may have f**ked it up a couple of times or whatever.

But this is what we were tryna like work out before we came here.

Especially for Westwood man,especially for you,homie.