Yellow Steve - Quips Lyrics

I, f*ck it!
Spike the punch and punt the bucket
What's been banging like ya kick drum?
First shift, ya been late and these ya last days
Jeez, Louisiana Purchase, wordplay worship
BDSM, the d for diction
Bitch, you traded, I'm the GM and the spice merchant
Intrepid and malevolent as Doofenshmirtz and Lucifer
Adam, grab the crucifix
As you can see, I'm quite reserved as movie seats
Absurd is what the word is on my tee
Y'all been perturbed like
"Who he be?"
YELLOW STEVE, the fellow with the mellow beats
And crack joints like both elbows on the bend Incredibly
A defenseless slumber party raided by Freddy with set bed bug armies
I'm fed up with you trash ass niggas
Ass backwards, stick to trap and grab the gat ass niggas
F*ck the trigger, duck the fisticuffs
I pistol-whipped the piston, Bucks in six
You must admit, the quips are tongue-twisting kid
C'mon, among the upper echelon of the dons
As hard as nonstop Swanton tsunami bombs
Quickly call the commodore
It's no games, I been off my chip since Hammurabi wrote the script
I gave the G2 Pilot some airline food
Just got a grip and pulled the parachute
You 'bout to

Brink of extinction
Inflicted bruises insignificant
Bounce off the skin like the melanin
Felt a helter skelter projectile weapon in your direction

And as I step to the side, to avoid what you do
The Toilet man ran toward me with some porcelain shoes
And said to tell the f*ckin' truth, my nigga