Lyrics Unclassified - Etnik, Rusko, Mykki Blanco

Unclassified

Ayo, I broke into the BET awards and stole some goodie bags
I thought I saw a fuck nigga, but guess it was a pussycat
Tweety and Sylvester, Pinky and The Brain
Some niggas run rat races, some run things
What up bro?
It’s Mykki
I just put some honey on the blunt so my hand’s a little sticky
Put some money on the bitch, that’s a he, life’s a dog fight
Scratching for scraps, niggas switching to rap, man
I just took a Midol cause I thought this shit was ecstasy
Now I’m cramping worse than the pregnant woman next to me
Maury just told me that I am a dad
But that cannot be true because I am a faggot
Why they do this, bruh?
Tell me why they do this
These throwback tactics, niggas is getting clueless
It’s a wrap and you a Snicker
Y’all can bumbaclart a gunshot
But your dick ain’t growing bigger, nigga
No focus, all smoke, hocus-pocus
Full of dope, no choking on the green, shucks, Charlie
Gay-ass T-shirt with a quote from Bob Marley
No flip-flop fuckers allowed at this party
Shitting on themselves, 151 Barardi
Oh hell, ain’t you selling coke straight from
Ayy, no cop-outs, yo, we dump all doubts
Fear stinking on you worse than white kids in a punk house
He always had trouble making friends
I, he… he always had trouble making friends, you know?
I’m a twisted little fucker, don’t believe me?
For real man, the dude’s a little creepy
I’m a twisted little fucker, don’t believe me?
For real man, the dude’s a little creepy
I’m a twisted little fucker, don’t believe me?
For real man, the dude’s a little creepy
I’m a twisted little fucker, don’t believe me?
For real man, the dude’s a little creepy, little creepy, little creepy
Yo, yo, yo, yo
For real man, the dude’s a little creepy