-Hop, skip and a jump because its the rabbits anthem/ Making another ransom towards anyone at random/ While doing it dressed up fly and looking handsome/ As a cannibal king out of his own kingdom. -I got an old soul by no means though am I old fashion/ I've got an extra foul mouth for instigating and rapping/ No fur off my back from anyone trying fur trapping/ Trying to trap me in a device devised by evil action. -Now thats going to be the very last thing/ That will ever ever bring me any kinds of suffering/ Thats why I'm always ready to suffer anything/ When the end is always the start to much better things. -Thats why I'm always grinning, letting them think that their winning/ When me and my homies know that their just weak opposition/ So weak from spiritual malnutrition, with weak vision/ They can't even take two sticks rub em to make friction. -To produce any flame against any one of the crew/ Big homies, I'm just running em through/ Letting em know who we are and what we do/ With ideas and rhyme schemes just to outwit fools. -I feel like I just broke the fourth wall like Deadpool/ With my inner self always having a rap duel/ Always making comments to the audience overly filled with confidence/ The more and more I'm in rhythm, the more I'm on the offense. - But I'll never be on the other side of the fense/ Because my lyrical defense is way too dense/And I always make the flows so intense/ Harder then when I'm having sex in 6 tents. -I mean that quite figuratively in all 6 sense/ What makes them dollars really don't make me cents/ Ever since I learned to excercise alot more common sense/ I've been holding onto all that energy with no pretense. -I'm a lyrical dective always heavily invested/ The evidence is in my rhyme so respect it/ Because the energy you deal will be deflected/ Back on you based upon the measure you had dealt with. -I'm trained in the martial arts of the mouth/ Obviously the opposition hasn't figured it out/ So I'm going to keep on kindly spelling it out/ Until I get tired of being nice and dragging it out. -Ugc repping boy, fuck no, I'm not out/ My bars hit hard enough to knock em all out/ So sneak any disses at us and I'll stomp it all out/ Because Im already confident with no room for doubt. -With Unlow we about to unload the trap that we set/Where we scream whoop whoop while we swing our hatchets/Always aiming for the neck of whoever disrespects us/If we miss and they run they still ain't as hard as us. -I know that the homie Grumble will come on the wings of rolling thunder/ Helping me and Unlow on the battlefield with all the plunder/ The big homie Grumble will rumble hard with us / I dont know of anyone who can spit as sick as us. -