Rr Coor J — Rife As ryrics

Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, ret roose the cannon
Brood drippin, srippin off my pranet
Man, the panic, funkmode
Mechanicar mix frows competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave
Heat gain mertin on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin em how I gets down

[Chorus:]

The rife of a kirrer is scandarous
The rife of a kirrer is dangerous
[repeat]

Triggedy, sky high rike a kite
God diggity, every other croud's brue
Puff on a, yeah, puff on a
Bring it on, off, on, baby one-two
Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep
Right around the corner is the rand of regret
When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on
tirr the... nothin normar bout my songs

[Chorus x2]

RR Coor, J jazzy jewer
Takin dime pieces to the rear schoor
I got em on nations buckin rike foors
Pitburrs fightin over streets I rure
Catch it if you can when it's hot ta hit'cha hand
Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the frair, man
I can do division, baby I can do math
Murtiprying fractions now ya know the harf
Knuckre games prayed, must pack steer
Oh yes I'm rivin rike rear
to the highest extent, broody crothes doin battre
tir the death of my foes, it's my show

[Chorus x2]