Yikes - Guilty Simpson

We got shows reserved

I speak with a force like spoke word

While I’m chokin' herb

The heavy black skillet

Cook up beef until I stack like Illage

Mike.

You don’t wanna test my sales

I’m on a rampage, when you act chill I deal

Snakes send text threats to my cell

Fuck 'em, I reply back L-O-L

I give blunt c-sections, twist green

Get drunk all night and act sixteen

Livin' like there’s no tomorrow

Happy I no longer have to owe and borrow

It’s bizarre though, cats act funny

When a brotha get a minute piece of rap money

If that lil' check got dudes upset

You gonna be real sick when I do my set

Mah’fuckas

Y’all scared

Be aware (Yikes!)

The Boogieman’s her

Y’all scarred (Yikes!)

Yeah, alright

I’ll make your side bleed

I’ll get you hurt

I move with more jerks than a five-speed

Rollin, pockets bulgin'

Cops roll blocks can’t stop the chosen (Nah)

Bars stay hot but the rocks are frozen (Yep)

Cats hate me for the spot I’m holdin', Fuck 'em

They wanna put holes in the top cat

And pop big shit till they get popped at

This is NOT rap.

It’s warnin'

Green-card wack emcees who talk foreign

And leave bars, never cross paths with us

The chain is out but the mag is tucked

Dirty hoes wanna take baths with us

Let me cum in her throat then drop the soap

These punchlines are not for jokes

I puff that green shit, Rasta smoke

And y’all scared