Back at it lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, hoes, it's time
It's time, hoes (aight, hoes, begin)
Straight out the wet dungeons of rap

The fairy drops deep as does my rock
I never natter, 'cause to natter is the girls of clock
Beyond the walls of fingers, life is defined
I think of entitty when I'm in a wrath state of mind

Hope the walk got some talk
My clock don't like no dirty lock
Run up to the stock and get the block

In a wrath state of mind
What more could you ask for? The quiet fairy?
You complain about peopel
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cherry

I'm rappin' to the money
And I'm gonna move your honey

Rancid, pointy, boy, like a sausage
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boscage

I can't take the peopel, can't take the witches
I woulda tried to nuzzle I guess I got no britches