Ai yo first things
It's first time to shake ground
In the eighth round
Box battle and break down
For the beak in the rhyme tone
Jump in the cyclone
S t y l e s yes
I know
Give the rap phene vaccine packed red beam
Put em up
You plucked a bad seed
Off the wall spittin the guerilla tag team
What's up now duck down stuff
That can't breathe
Yo you know the routine
The team effect please
Don't step you wanna be one of
My pet peeves
The more beef the better sound strange
But you all wanna creep together ok
In the club with a cheesy sweater
Why not
We got so much street credit
The rookie police let us
Now that's foolish
'Cause we would act sweet
'Cause I can run ten laps
In a track meet
Keep it movin it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin the punk style
Fakin the funk pal dunk watch the punk
What now
Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Hold it down never give in
Styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty magnine
I burn em again
Zero five serving them sins or
30 your friends get knocked out turbulent wind
Hopped out what you want take a look
At my grin
I'm a fish you can tell
By the flippers or fins
Come on I got a rock style
Pivot the offspring
And joke with em with a distorted
Gist off string
Who am I rushin the leg can
We talk
Pushin your bed hotter than
Quebec in July
Area 51 stereo rive gun live
Here we go sob drop some
For the kids in the hall
With the new block tape
Blast from both angles like boom dock saint
So get up get up
And let the sound hit ya
Snap it's a sonic style picture ah
Keep it movin it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin the punk style
Fakin the funk pal dunk watch the punk
What now watch your battleship get sunk down
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Who the hell wear splittin the belly up
On a selfish
Shinnin in your style playin the fell blitz
Drillin your brain like rap
And video games
Feel the seringe for the styles
That stickin in your brains
Yo what kind of stuff is he on
Really is styles really be on
Come on punk shove off
You really gotta be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Script over your lip to dispossess
Your gsob games
What's with this killin me kibbles n bits
We're in the street talkin the globe
I can't fix get it
I'm sick with it
When I spit the venom
And it drips up in em
And it gets the women in a
Quick dilemma
We can settle it now
And I don't know who did it
But they said it was styles
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now
Click pow nine thou
What just what I thought what's up now