[Pudgee]
I`m Out For Justice like Steven Seagal, so y`all bust this
You know I come with a swing I swing it smooth with roughness
Me and the Rascals, yeah that`s the right hand to me
Like Archie Bunker we keep it All in the Family
You George Michael, a monkey`s on your back
So relax, I got wild stacks of raps you can`t match
Bigger and badder don`t matter you can`t get with
the Kid like Billy who`s nastier than Caligula
So say hey HEY I come around quick
And got everything covered like a condom on a dick
I slow it down a bit, but I get real still
To the point and very short like I`m Bushwick Bill
To you and sooner or later I say real soon
Bang zoom, like Honeymooners right a mental to the moon
So don`t hand me that mammy about a Grammy
Youse a cracker like a cinnamon graham, clap your hands
[Pudgee]
I`m not a fan of soap operas but I`ll be your Guiding Light
Not a country singer but I +Yoakam+ like +Dwight+
From the streets y`all makin I think you should be takin notes
For the simple fact you`re Out of Touch like Hall & Oates
Many places I`ve been many things I did
From The Jeffersons to 227 along with Marla Gibbs
Now I`m in the game yes the fame I had to have it
To make musical magic for all of the demographics
Take your pick I make these for those who cannot stand me
Lyrically I`m burnin kids like the swiss nanny
If beef is what you`re lookin for then say so
You better bring more niggaz than Hammer does to a stage show
Approach me in public and you`re as good as dead
And if I let you survive, you`re wearin wooden legs
No shame in the game, I`m the kid and like Evelyn Champagne
Damn, clap your hands
[Pudgee]
You`re gettin two choices life or death which one do you choose
Move your pelvis like Elvis, Blue Suede Shoes
Or be a part of the lives I`ve rocked
The jailhouse rock, cause I clock, in every state on every block
I got the crew for your existance to be erased
but you couldn`t get drink if I threw it at you in your face
Charles Bronson, Death Wish, try if you wanna die
But you don`t know that I`ma break you up just like Guy
You know the rhymer so it`s best to be on your guard
I leave you hangin like your girl when your joint ain`t hard
And next time your people see me at a jam
In memory of your loss they`ll clap their hands
