Slow it down some
No split, clownbum
Your gold hit sound dumb
Hold it now, crown 'im
Where you found them at?
Got 'em 'round town
Coulda drowned in it
Woulda floated bloated,
voted sugar coated,
loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor
Free coffee at the banks
Yip through the straw
None more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw
That dang sure stank lit
Sank past the pit for more hardcore prank spit

Crank it on blast
Roll past Front Street
Blew the whole spot
Like some old [bad word] with skunk meat
These kids is too fast
Juiced off a junk treat
Who could get looser off a [bad word] or a funk beat?

Something started today
Where did he go while you wanted to be?
Well, you know November [bad word] And it's gone away

Something started today
Where did he go while you wanted to be?
Well, you know November [bad word] And it's gone away

Baha, can you dig it like a spigot
My guess is: yes you can like, can I kick it?
Wicked
Liquor shot
If you happy and you know it
As you clap your hands
to the thick snot of a poet flow it

Broke a pen and I'm in
Cope hymen
Dope or rhymin' all worth it then
the hope diamond
Required off the black market,
or wire tappin'
Couldn't target a jar of spit
The rapid fire spark lit

Zzzzt!
rapper bug zapper
And it don't matter after
if they's a thug or a dapper
Plug yer trap or it's maximum exposure
The beast got family in numbers
asking 'em for closure
Aw, send 'em a gun an tell 'em 'clean it'
Then go get the nun
who said her son didn't mean it
She wore a filled-in thong,
a billabong
And said, nah, fo'realla
The Villain in a Gorillaz jawn?

Something started today
Where did he go while you wanted to be?
Well, you know November [bad word] And it's gone away

Something started today
Where did he go while you wanted to be?
Well, you know November [bad word] And it's gone away

It's... It's gone away