Greeley - Rappertag #11 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Shoutouts to Dunners for the tag. THC. Let's go [Verse] I'm from the Land of the lost but I'm back on my forgotten rock Toss 'em the keys to the kingdom because I got it locked Insideus'll build the type of fire that's got 'em noddin' off It's like he chucked a couple of molotovs in a poppy crop I start the day with a fat spliff and a coffee pot And put in work, I wasn't rostered for sloppy jobs These cocky flops will piss their pants at how I drag the scheme And I just watch and laugh while their mother's washin' their soggy jocks Fuck a cat, ya crews nothin' but copydogs That dribble shit till their potties cloggin' from rotten slop I've never stopped or then copped a floggin' from sorry sods Just teach 'em lessons, so tell 'em that I'm blessin' their cotton socks The cream of the crop, not bothered with the common stock I bend time and I got it stoppin' ya body-clock I'm sick of gromits sobbin' they're not gettin' what they want It's like their doctor shoppin' for oxycotton at bottle shops Don't get me wrong, I love this shit, but still I've got a lot Of anger till I'm gettin' the collywobbles and vomit lots The politics are just chocka block of the poppycock I'm not a goat, more a toad that mollycoddled the pollywogs Don't need a grotty shmock to go and throw up glossy font Just know that I'm a Aussie don, an icon like the Gobbledok I'm gettin' back to my roots, I'll come bomb the spot On some hardcore classic shit, shouts to Tommy Rock I'm nearly loggin' off.. 'Cause we got rappers reactin' to reactions of rappers like this shit was Gogglebox I will mozzie swat 'em all until they stop the lot And drop a verse that'll have Chazza spazzin', yellin' "Oh my God!" 'Cause I'm the nonchalant confidant, only thing These babies wrap is themselves up in some fuckin' swaddle coth The shit floats to the top and I'm a solid rock I'll wafflestomp 'em down the drain and then I tell 'em, "Mazaltov" 'Cause I'm not off my chops, just munch a lot of chops I see ya bodies throbbin' from poppin' frothies and molly drops Need to go back to Nonnas, finish ya stroganoff I'm cookin' up so much that I've forgotten what the topic was Will he change his scheme? Um, probably not Flow is swingin' back and forth, it's got you in hypnotic shock Don't need a lighter to be poppin' off ya bottle top They wanna mix their life with ice, but I don't like it on the rocks They need to knock it off, they need to hurry up And finish cuttin' back, but now it's lookin' like their nozzle's blocked Need to give up the front and shut the dollar shop They need to go get back to their bike and roll the throttle off So that's a wrap now, I'm clockin' off with a monologue I had to catch you up, 'cause I wanna drop some more knowledge off When your as hip-hop as Vossi Boppin' to modern pop And I'm as about hip-hop as pop and lockin' to Posseshot Shoutouts to Posseshot [Outro] Next up, I'm gonna tag: Rates. ABK, 225. Kill it, brother