Afro Puffs

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock on with my bad self 'cause it's a must

It's the Lady Of Rage, still kicking up dust

So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap

And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap

'Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time

When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine

Busy as a beaver, you best believe-a

This grand diva's runnin' shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a

Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' 'em like two scoops of chocolate

Check it how I rock it

I'm the one that's throwin' bolos, ya better roll a Rolo

To find out I'm the number one solo, uh

The capital R-A now take it to the G-E

I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me

I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style

For those that try to punk me, here's a Pamprin child

No need to say mo', check the flow

Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

Now I'm hittin MC's like Hadouken

Ain't no doubt about it, I'm the undisputed

So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up

I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks

So put your money on the bread winner

I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call 'em head spinners

I got the tongue that has outdone anyone

From the rising to the setting of the sun

Or the moon, I consume the room with doom

When I hear the kick of a 808 bass, boom

Boom, bam, God, damn

I'm hittin' so hard you could say it's a grand slam, dunk, punks

Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk

Of the rhythm (fresh) that I give 'em

Let it hit 'em, split 'em, did it now I'm rid of 'em, yeah

I put that on my unborn kids

Rage in effect so you know how it is

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you

Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit

Oh shit, I'm the shit

You can't get with the Rage then tough tit-ty

I pi-ty the fool, that gets

With the lyrical murderer 'cause my shit is rude (ooh)

You wanna get with the wickedness, with that

Big batti girl that's kickin it, rippin' it apart like Jason

You'll be chasin' a dream like Freddy

Are you ready for the cream de la crème?

I'm steam pressuring those who ain't measuring up

I keep competitors stuck

In the muck with they butt up, what you wanna nut up

Like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real

That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA

(So what you gotta say?)

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)

Rock on witcha bad self

Huh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)

I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what? Say what?)

I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? say what?)

I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what? Say what?)

I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

Get with the uh, roughest, roughest

Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

Get with the uh, roughest, roughest (yeah)

Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

Get with the uh, wickedness, roughest

I am the uh, wickedness (Rage)

Yeah, 1-9-9-4

The indo blow and the grass grow

Snoop Doggy Dogg, still don't love a ho

But you gotta give credit where credit is due

Women, back down and bow down to my motherfuckin' homegirl

The Lady Of Rage

She rocks rough and stuff with the afro puffs

Handcuffed and she busts

And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up

You know what I'm sayin'?