I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror

If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah, I got rhymes for ya

Excuse me senora, are you a whore or are you a lady

Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady

Let me know hon, the deed'll get done

Just assume the position and I'll take my rod

And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'

When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure

I came to work your body, so let me do my job

I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off

'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes

Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes

Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot

Puttin' suckers on the run pull my gun and then I shoot

I never been a front, I never been a fraud

I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord

'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed

I always got my gun but I never wear a vest

I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw

From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom



CHORUS

Boom sha lock lock boom, all right now

Boom sha lock lock boom, a little louder

Boom sha lock lock boom, everybody

Boom sha lock lock boom, all right now



Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper

Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper

Hit ya like a lyrical murderer

I know ya think I have, but yo, I never heard of ya

Just because you heard of me kid

Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid

I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead

When it comes to tools T's the sharpest in the shed

'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king, It ain't no thing

My car don't ring, we'll bust you in the crib

I got the