Ruck Im telling you man cut it out
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange
conversation with these mortals not to play games for real behind
every
great Ruck theres a Rock the Rockness Monsta.....Dutch
Verse One: Rockness Monsta
Yo its the Rockness not Rock live
Then again im Rock when im live
But im not fat then again my dick is so fat
fans let your dick's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)
Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style
Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile
You get with the pawn, in one arms
I dont fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion
On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps
We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah fuck
God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case
i'll
crack ya
Word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
Chorus2x: Rock
like I know
(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)
(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)
*The Crate Unknown* (background)
Verse Two:
I turn this upside down, clown
Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya dont understand
Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer
Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'
like a
pulled line
Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally
With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally
Tally up all the throats, the strangle hold choke
that all my the riots that my brother Ruckus provoke, dont like style?
So
I dont give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock
I'll Rock you buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins
Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen
Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each yo
