PANIC ROOM!

It's alright
 ♪
 Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi
 Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body
 We doing him sloppy, niggas be pasting my style (cool)
 We cuttin' the copy, original don dada
 My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17
 I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons
 Niggas be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons
 I'm just tryna to get a bag up (facts)
 Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (damn)
 When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (sheesh)
 Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas
 Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight
 It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals
 I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people
 Give that bitch an elbow
 How Peggy only five-nine with sticks as big as diesel?
 My puppies told me feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you
 All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel
 You joke like Key and Peele do
 Banana clips gon' peel you
 Monkey business to major moves
 Put him in the sky where the angels groove
 Sucka-ass nigga, I ain't playin' with you
 Damn, boy, who claimin' you?
 Why your niggas ain't stay with you?
 You know this ACOG got wicked zoom
 Got these niggas lookin' like panic room
 Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah
 Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and
 All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and
 You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable
 No, I don't want your consent, nigga I'ma pull this dick on you
 No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?
 If you do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible
 Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha
 That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (brrt)
 Caught this nigga without a tool, huh
 Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm