You Ain’t Fuckin’ wit Me Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo, Uncle Pat, turn the beat up just a lil' more for me bruh
Yeah {*imitating the beat*}
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yeah
Busta Rhymes (Uhh!)

[Verse 1]
You know we live and in colour (Colour)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (Gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (Brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (Cutter)
Ahh, articulate!
Feels so great that I can bless my niggas with shit they appreciate ('Ciate)
No jive, y'all niggas can take a nosedive (Huh!)
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (Five)
(Ughhh!) Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold hands (Hands)
Foul shit, way out of order (Hah)
Fuck shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty, drippin' buckets of water (Water)
Disorderly conduct (Hah), will erupt
When the live shit come on, niggas do what they wanna (Wanna)
Aight bitches, now show your asses