Yo it's micl no doubt
Always rock it so damn lo'd out
So damn dirty, so damn clean
Yeah that's what I said, man you know what I mean
Fuck that shit, they talking crazy
From the 80's, until I'm swayze
Always rock so fucking lo-fi
Throwing shots so duck when I roll by
Like Shang Tsung tear out your spine
Fuck your soul, your girl is mine
Rack and rock RL, no Stine
Crowds close eyes, so raw, no shine
So sick I'm a vile mess
Yes oh yes, my style's fresh
Classic, no argyle vest
My bics draw pics like wild west
Don't know where I'm headed next
Wandering, just cutting necks
Rocking Polo, dodging po-po
So much I'm a fucking vet
Chamber to your fucking chest
Throw shots that only touch the net
I never rest, you man the bench
So funky you can't stand the stench