 I'm feeling froggy dawg, Heathrope so the leap go across the pond Call the fist double low, they got a bond with jar Catch a hook to your head like a poppy song I'm on the same train as he's on You blue lines form new lines, I'm the commandant I pack a van like a soccer mom, get out and dump you until you feel so like Chaka Khan If you deserved this shot, I would try and be a nice easter It was you, Quillar, Jens and both of those guys beat you But Jens, if you'll turn big teeth, you're a string vest That line's ether, but you're more like a string vest Cause you're a see-through white speaker Every wrist that plays in this legacy But a champion pedigree From this point on, certain guys Shorty like a modifying weaponry Tim to shorty's gimmicks Of course, there's always space in your graveyard You don't ever put no buddies in it