Lyrics

[Intro: Brad Strut] Yup, yo, what's on? What's on and poppin'? (What's on?) Yep, it's Brad Strut up in this [Verse: Brad Strut] Ya'll suckers are amusin', it's all about the music Don't fall around and cruise shit, I follow 'round, abuse, even holler out Move it, a potty mouth spew kids spittin' in a fork Tongue of fusion of thoughts in some raw lungs [?] it into it, I'm through with you useless Faggots actin' critic, I'll manufacture acidic Brad'll pack the sidick, battle rap my didick You suckers blow up and fall off in a minute I'll more likely admit it, you poor [?] are [?] Up begins the cunt snuffers, we here to hump busters You'll never get it, we packin', not your mum's lunches Flow in the company and plus, we the funk crushers I never once wondered, I got my hustle on And made my shit happen with pages of raps and Rustle on, snakes need to pay for the action So blaze up the cactus 'cause this main attraction Will piss stain and whackness and lift game to status It's uncharted territory, mum's hardened memories Puttin' shit out so they remember me in seventy Years from now, they gettin' down to my "Legendary" Mixtape, sendin' whack shit straight to cemeteries [Outro: Crypt the Warchild] Ayo, what's the deal? This Crypt the Warchild throwin' it down with OS…