Baknaffek - Das EFX

(People people people people

People people people people)

Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where’s the iggity?

The bum siggity

Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little chickadee

I’m comin with the Books and kid it looks like it’s a winner

Ya better get’cha plate because I’m servin raps for dinner

See I freak it from the sewer plus I’m quick to do ya posse

I swoop in on the loop just like I was a kamikaze

See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy

So now I gotta hit 'em hard and Bogart, like Humphrey

Ya hypocrite, I’m rippin' it because I’m flyer

You’re phony, full of bologna like Oscar Mayer

See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice

I bust my tactics, I’m sharper than a fucking cactus

(Set it off!) One two (Set it off!)

Yo it’s the Books in reverse, the next kid up sendin a big-up to my borough

I’m thorough, bred-ed in the ghetto from a teenie bop

Takin' lessons, sweatin' niggas on graffiti rock

And now the slang bringer bring a thing of interpretations

My nerves is achin', see I’m sick of niggas perpetratin'

But can’t see this, I’m screamin' on their records like Beavis

Or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy

Fisher, it’s a, pisser, hit you like an accident

And if I’m in your town you might peep me at the Radisson

Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip chatterin'

It ain’t nothing new, that’s how we do, my crew is back again

Back in effect, how’s that?

(People people people people)

(and yo I still wanna rap)

Well here I go again, so check the flow again, try not to bite

I’ll fake a nigga with my left and then I sting him with my right

I’m outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you dissed a

Nigga on the microphone cause I can bone your sister

Word is bond, I’m on some new shit, do shit like this

Grab the piece of steel and shoot the gift like Kris

Kringle, bust my jingle, don’t it make ya shiver?

Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver

A microphone check, what the heck?

I threw that in because I used to catch wreck

Wit it, that’s the time I «hack-thoo» spit it

For Christ’s sakes I meant it, hit the brakes and you skidded

You shitted, my style you bit it, but y’all can keep that

Cause now I’m on some other type of flow and best believe that

Yeah and all that, small cat, my format’s deranged

Honey I’m back to run things cause some things just never change, punk!

So if you’re drunk, I’ll freak the funk until you’re sober

But still be gettin' chills when niggas play «The Bridge is Over»

Kickin the flam yo it’s the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock

My style is fender-bendin', sendin' rappers to the pit stop

Good Lord have mercy, hit reverse, G, if you missed it

And bust my gift of speech cause like the priest, baby I’m twisted

Kid I swing a dome-buster like Bonecrusher Smith

Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff

So yo, who be dat that wanna do me back, just to get

Booby trapped, jack, cause my crew be strapped fat like that

Bust a flavor

Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah

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