Intro/chorus:
Now ya got the krazy krazy wit da books
Yes yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all
Now ya got the krazy krazy wit da books
Yes yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all
Now ya got the krazy krazy wit da books
Yes yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all yes yand'all
Now ya got the krazy krazy wit da books
(fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
Verse 1: dray skoob
Well comin to school ya itand's the hooligan, iand'm in the mood again so
Watch
Me do this
Iand'm out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops iand'm no beginner
So watch me get loose and run [shit] like bill skinner
I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
Thereand's niggas down my slack, yes iand'm the baddest when i wreck it
See iand'm nicer than the rest, i guess i gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when i use it
See iand'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
I drop it from the east, at least iand'm gettin mine in
Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that i be rhymin
Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? sorry to keep you waitin
Itand's like nuttin when iand'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation
Crabs, iand'm followed by a camp like john cougar
Mellen, tell them punks i put a swellin, for the lords splitand'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem river
Oh what the hell, i smoked a half a el then ????
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see
Itand's back to basics if youand're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track like i was printin in some nations
Boy, iand'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope
Iand'm madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber dope and you can
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Chorus
Verse 2: dray, books
Well once again itand's the spectacular, i checkin the back and ya
[fuckin]
Face it
Terrorisin mcand's as if my name was jason
I crash and'nand' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle
Iand'm quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyll
I bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts
The [shit] that i bringin gotand'cha swingin on my nuts
Iand'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle
Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and getand'cha swivacle
Iand'm nasty with the verbs, kid, i serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see i be bustin like
Fireworks, i fire jerks scullin then i step
Iand'm back from hibernation and iand'm ween to keep a rep
Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy iand'm flyer than a
Cockpit
Hah i rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
Iand'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next
Like booyaa, no ya not true, donand't mean illusion
Kickin a styles til and'96, taking backs to the future
Plus iand'm cool to fuck the brain, i drain a 40 for the belly
Iand'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli
Plus iand'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
When i groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
Chorus to fade
