Notraprock

Brooks Buford

B to the R to the O to the O to the K to the B to the U to the F to the O to the R to the D....

Yeah God straight F*** up when he made me,

yeah go ahead buck up grab that mic,

Don't give a fuck if you scream all night

You ain't no rapper, quit that shit

Stick to surfboards, suck my dick

I came to clean the house, punch and roundhouse

Rhyme and run mouth

Straight from the down south

That's why all of y'all punks got dropped

I'll be the first to say fuck rap rock

I'm pumpin OutKast and Goodie Mob

what U know about La-Di-Da

Boogie down the history

How y'all came up with a mystery

I lived this hip hop shit my whole life and it almost took my life

I die for this bleed for this

You want this I need this

Let the world go to hell, I'll still fill notebooks and I know just how that coke cook

Couldn't came through the front so I came through the back with a band and a bottle of jack

Dog I ain't stupid go ahead, let's freestyle

I'll be having you lookin like a shit pile

The ATL version of 8 Mile,

With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle

Bangin 4 or 5 hoes in the back of Rodeo drivin down Rodeo

With a shotgun in my mind

20/20 one mo time, one mo flow one mo show

One million 199 to go

Keep it real Naw fuck that

make money and try to buy up the whole country ain't afraid to die so punch me

Even ehyme with my head cut off like a chicken

Stickin to my dreams

everythin' ain't what it seems, C'mon dummy run that game

Southern Boy with a brain, U all slept didn't you

Whole bunch for me none for U

I really hate to rub it in but I got all my publishin'

But anyway bustin' on this mic better than smokin' on that pipe

Some they hate some they like

Some they talk some they bite

Monday morn to Sunday night

Let's get this party started right

Wrong

Break that bong sing along

Do a line 'til the break o' dawn 'til the money gone

Back up that buck it's mine again