Rebellious Shit

(álbum: Kitchen Cutlery - 2008)

Welcome to the end of the show, and I'm your host, Johnny GoodTwinkle
(Fuck outta here nigga, let's go, uh, this the rebellious shit, nigga
Start fires with this one, let's go, yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout)

I'm talking 'bout a revolution, I am Sly, kid ruthless
The booth's no spoofing, I spit it like I'm toothless
Food for the youth, while you niggas just fruit
And lies become truth, I drop shit like pollution
Stop fools quick, no problem, no solution
Your crew could sleep in the freezer and still wouldn't be cool kids
Cruising in the music with the attitude of toolkits
Hammering these babbling niggas, respect my two cents
I can give two shits, let alone a dollar
My flows make bros go whoa, hoes say holla
Wack niggas say nada, the best, I'm a synonym
Still my pocket slim like the Olsen twins and Em
Mr. Quick to Diss 'Em, is dismissing 'em quick in my sentences
Oliver Twist like Charles Dickens' death
Wishing competition, but listen the plot thickens
I'm a stand-up nigga, well hell, I'm not sitting

Never, never fail like, feel me like braille, right?
Tiptop, zip-lock flow, bitches airtight
Yeah right, try and unzip it
Nigga pouting 'cause he got his bitch stole by big lips