Busta Rhymes You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me Lyrics

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
s___ b___er hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash s___ regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the b____es and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot b___er funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my b____es, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my n____z with s___ they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all n____z can take a nosedive
s___ so live b____es wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! f___ it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and f___ b____es who love to hold (hands)
Foul s___, way out of order
f___ s___ up leave b____es hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live s___ come on n____z do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight b____es, now show yo' a__es

[Chorus]
The s___ we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the f___ up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'f___a)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't f___in with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the f___, c'mon)

Huh, you see I got so much new hot s___ stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my n____z applaud
My price tag, just to show up the s___
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice n____z like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now n____z know we rock on, c___-strong
All y'all n____z is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse a__ (a__)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the s___ well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep s___ comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make n____z collapse
Make b____es shake they s___ to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight n____z! Now throw yo' hands up..

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some s___
The f___in.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]