Ain’t Come To Play (Demo) Rehab

[Hook]
We ain't come to play, get outta the way
Or where you stand is right where you'll lay
I want to see your arm's movin' side to side
You want to win, then be on my side
We ain't come to play, get outta the way
Or where you stand is where you'll lay
I want to see your arms movin' side to side
You want to win, be on my side

[Verse 1 Brooks Buford]
Hey, don't worry about me, I'm doin' fine
Want to knock my head off, get in line
I'm on like grits and Dunkin' dime
Couldn't be rap/rock cause we can't rhyme
This year, Rehab on the cover of Time
Nineteen Grammys and a clothing line
"Bout tired of ya'll retards not gettin' it
Rhyme's so dope, it can't be bit
Now every damn cracker want to rap and shit
Acid rock licks hot up in the mix
Might get away with it on rock radio
But come 'round here, get slapped with flow
I know you know I'll take your ho
I'm throwin' bottles, thumbs and elbows
Everytime I see a video, I think about titty, TV
I want to know where the dough go
I'm dirty southern skies, smothered and covered
Errr! Hit it raw, no rubber
Brooks you're stupid, naw dawg I'm a genius
Got a wide-load hanging down from my wee-wee
You're a food court rhymer up in the mall
I'm a world-wide phenomenon walkin' through walls
Many been mangled thoughts been angled
Since I stepped out the Buford triangle
Happy, happy, happy, naw
Get into the pit, break a jaw
Let off steam, fuck the scene
Don't give a damn you cheeks are clean
I don't feel love unless you bleeds
I don't want to mosh, I wanna stampede
Yeeahh, get up, get up, let's go, let's go, let's go