G. Steele - SMACKTALK

What if we made this a rock song
Throat kick the sun
You rock out with your cock out, if you dont stop get stomped out
Look like you went to middle school and dropped out
Think we ever make a deal, mother fucker ill opt out
So much time getting caught up and you get chopped down
I'm not Just Fucking Kidding, take your top off JFK style
And its true, fuck the room up, monsoon
It must be Halloween, I'm on staged I get Boo'd
Ooooh art of war, hard at work and they call me Sun Tzu
They always say im sick but i never had the flu
A bad sport man an always number two and who knew
The only letter you'd get from Blue's Clues

Gritty, gritty, gritty
In my city getting shitty faced
Asking for some salsa and I running all outta Pace
You're out of taste for goodness' sake, you a copy paste
But that's it, yeah i fuck with magic
You look for nuts like Sandy but you're more like Patrick
Patrick, Patrick
Imma get a Hatrick
While you get your ass hit, that's just how it happens
It's just a force a habit, I got you saying dagnabbit (Dagnabbit)
Sliding on the beat and you would think I'm Frozone
But I can't get any ice cause you fucked up the ozone (Climate change)
Oh no, oh no, that can't be good for promo
Drop some snaps on the track like I'm Tony Romo

A certified attacker, a fucking chiropractor
I go and break her back, her whole family call me cracker (Cracker)
Please don't tell me that hurt, it really don't matter
Really think I planet, I just sit here roasting, Saturn
Beat the I'm the batter, I fucked up the whole pattern
Now I put it on a platter

Written by:
Grant Cetina

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