Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea, this sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color
**** butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter
Smash **** regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the *****es and put it down for my brudda
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my *****es, boxcutter
Ahh, articulate, feels so great
That I can bless my *****z with **** they appreciate

No jive y'all *****z can take a nosedive
**** so live *****es wanna give me a high five
***k it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and ***k *****es who love to hold hands
Foul ****, way out of order
***k **** up, leave *****es hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live ****, come on *****z do what they wanna
Aight *****es, now show yo' ***es

The **** we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't ***kin' with me

Huh, you see I got so much new hot **** stored
Got you givin' me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my *****z applaud
My price tag, just to show up the ****
Might be somethin' you can't afford
Make you say the lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice *****z like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song

Now *****z know we rock on, ****-strong
All y'all *****z is straight popcorn, ahh
Talk the trash, comin' forth get past lie duke
P*** shorty with the big horse ***
Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the **** well done
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop

What we drop and how we keep **** comin'
How we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin' the land, controllin' the sea
Now we control the whole sky, perhaps make *****z collapse
Make *****es shake they **** to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight *****z, now throw yo' hands up

The **** we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't ***kin' with me

Yeah, this sound like the music to Frankenberry or some ****
The ***kin' groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin'