A-Yo Rottin Razkals

[Intro: Singer]
Even though we love you, you know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
Oh even though we love you, you know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you, fuck with you

[Verse 1: Fam & Diesel]
I be cuttin' the fuck up and down, side to side, all around
All the time, often now with a raw sound
Who's the man? Damn, fam can jam
Rush, rumble, ram, slam and kickin' tall cans
Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses
I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this
Feeling, feeling, I got a feeling
Adrenaline, got me trembling, I got the style
Can't hold it back 'cause I'm too damn wild
Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow
Hell yeah you know, same brother, Scarface
Braided afro, outlaw, Rottin' Razkal
Guess who? The hooligan you hate to see
Yesterday was in your face but now I'm in your TV
The same nigga from Da Bricks fighting clicks for kicks
I don't care, I really don't give a damn
Smack yo' up and pass you to my swinging Fam
Poof, now be gone, OK
'Cause this is how we play every rottin' single holiday