Intro:

Uh
Definitely gonna be butternahmean? 
It's gone be butternahmean? 
Uhswerve on emuh yeah
Crack the mohere we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Sonno doubtGod it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Sugalet's (heesha!)uhhGod bless

Verse 1:

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock yaflavour to bring
Got the championships so i'ma savour the ring
Church boyraised by my grandmomma
Home-bredI dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the timesguards on a mission

Chorus:
God bless ya loverGod bless you (x4)

Verse 2:

Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the skyenergy created by my third child
Swerve wit itget it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for realbut not the group
I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip'96 kis

Chorus x 2

Matter fact take it to the bridge

Bridge:
God bless
God bless ya lover
*repeat*

Verse 3:

Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves
With them gortex bootsthat compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some ll shitchickens get hysterical
Cos i..... form like voltron
Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Sonthe ll rulehuh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (what? )
For me to make it hotheat it up and keep it scorchin

Chorus to fade

Outro: (*over chorus*)
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity*? rehaud? * lace me
Nahmean? lil chris in the house
Ol momsbig e and the fam
Yo sonwho's next?