[Pudgee] I'm "Out For Justice" like Steven Seagal, so y'all bust this You know I come with a swing I swing it smooth with roughness Me and the Rascals, yeah that's the right hand to me Like Archie Bunker we keep it "All in the Family" You George Michael, a monkey's on your back So relax, I got wild stacks of raps you can't match Bigger and badder don't matter you can't get with The Kid like Billy who's nastier than Caligula So say hey HEY I come around quick And got everything covered like a condom on a dick I slow it down a bit, but I get real still To the point and very short like I'm Bushwick Bill To you and sooner or later I say real soon Bang zoom, like "Honeymooners" right a mental to the moon So don't hand me that mammy about a Grammy Youse a cracker like a cinnamon graham, clap your hands [Pudgee] I'm not a fan of soap operas but I'll be your "Guiding Light" Not a country singer but I +Yoakam+ like +Dwight+ From the streets y'all makin I think you should be takin notes For the simple fact you're "Out of Touch" like Hall & Oates Many places I've been many things I did From "The Jeffersons" to "227" along with Marla Gibbs Now I'm in the game yes the fame I had to have it To make musical magic for all of the demographics Take your pick I make these for those who cannot stand me Lyrically I'm burnin kids like the swiss nanny If beef is what you're lookin for then say so You better bring more niggas than Hammer does to a stage show Approach me in public and you're as good as dead And if I let you survive, you're wearin wooden legs No shame in the game, I'm the kid and like Evelyn Champagne Damn, clap your hands [Pudgee] You're gettin two choices life or death which one do you choose Move your pelvis like Elvis, "Blue Suede Shoes" Or be a part of the lives I've rocked The jailhouse rock, cause I clock, in every state on every block I got the crew for your existance to be erased But you couldn't get drink if I threw it at you in your face Charles Bronson, "Death Wish", try if you wanna die But you don't know that I'ma break you up just like Guy You know the rhymer so it's best to be on your guard I leave you hangin like your girl when your joint ain't hard And next time your people see me at a jam In memory of your loss they'll clap their hands
About “Clap Your Hands” by Pudgee tha Phat Bastard
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