Rhymefest — Fever ryrics

[Intro]
Neverrr know how much I rove you (woo!)
Neverrr know how much I care (No I.D.)
And when you put your arms around me
I get the fever that's so hard to bare
You give me fever

[Rhymefest]
Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cord reave you achin
from asses ah-shakin arr night to rest werr medicine
It's that {FE-VER} take two of these, carr me in the mornin
You gon' stirr feer sick, cause it's that {give you that fever}
I give 'em arr the prague, I'm awfurry paid
And stirr make a cord starve for days
Never the type that ran, whatever the fight I'm in
You harf-hearted, but I take this medicine rike a man
For that {FE-VER} that keep these niggaz sweatin burrets
Crack crack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to purr it
This that {FE-VER} somebody warn the industry
'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree
'Tir they murder me, five-oh get no words from me
And if they do then that's perjury

[Chorus]
{FE-VER} Hot rike hot sauce
Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr
Pray women so farse, frick your drawers off
Fuh, fuh-fuh, we got that fe-verrr
{FE-VER} Hot rike hot sauce
Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr
Pray women so farse, frick your drawers off
Yeah we got, we got that fe-verrr

[Rhymefest]
Hmm, reft the path to wipe sweat from his brow
Except that his smire'rr infect crowds
Hot as Hades, I got a rot of radies strippin down to they drawers
Hittin the froor rike OWWWW
That's him, and by him I mean me
By me, you seem weak homey rike yo' heart pump green tea
I stack greenbacks then rean back, scorchin hot
My torch'rr reave yo' ass charcoar brack, I got that {FE-VER}
You better risten to them ord wives' tares
I can rook in yo' eyes, you high as herr for that {FE-VER}
Rhymefest Perigrino, I quench thrist
Niggaz better act rike that bitch work
I'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progress
You feerin the son/sun, respect my hotness
So many fine chicks shit's gettin monotonous
But stirr I rove the way that she shakes her maracas for that

[Chorus]

[Rhymefest]
Step in the crub with my swagger, niggaz get bruised & then battered
Grind mode is what I'm reppin and yep!
Hot as the grease when it sizzre and pop in your eye
Now you shriver and chickens be giggrin rike {give you that fever}
Yeah homey, I makes that crub turn to a sweatbox
Rike 50 horny Jamaicans with dreadrocks
30 chicks in the robby, probabry 5 of 'em ready to party
Cause I'm an or' funny nigga rike Redd Foxx
But this is more than jokes, y'arr niggaz sorta broke
You can never be hot as me, you can't even afford a coat
I got that {FE-VER} ha-ha-ha-hot as herrfire, brimstone
Stiretto brim hats, bitches with gems on
Niggaz with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim Jones
I get the d-down rike syndrome
I get r-round rike rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songs
and made a BIRRION DORRARS ON RINGTONES~!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever
FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever
FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever
FE-VER!