Sneakin’ Up On Ya(LP Version) - FU-Schnickens

*chip fu's verse is a strictly a best guess
In the background："sneakin up
Sneakin up 4x
Creepin up on ya
Creepin creepin up on ya
4x
Check the s**t that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It's groovy
Slammin like my man scottie pippen
Sly like a fox
I kick the s**t that rocks
I'm golden with the gloves
But nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down
I don't feel pain and sorrow
The sun will come out
Yeah tomorrow
Tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
Showin grati tude
My atti tude is kind of rude
I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an'
Sit back and stare while I'm cha cha cha charrin
Watchin boogie down
When they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin like a welder
Punch ya like I'm elmer
Embarrass your a*s like gigi does to thelma
Quick to cut your throat
Hey boy don't touch the mic
*whoosh whoosh whoosh*
Yeah I'm out like three strikes
In the background："sneakin up
Sneakin up 4x
Creepin up on ya
Creepin creepin up on ya
4x
My lovely lengthy dreadlocks
Be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that's slippin and lyrically limpin
At your pee nocci nose
I'm budda ba bad
Budda ba bad
Budda ba bad to the bone and crafty
Sssufferin sssucotash
I let lyricsss fly like dee daffy
So pass
The mug so mike can try to figure
When learnin this foolish
Foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way
Down upon a swampy river
Far far away
Hooray
Yippie kay yo kay yay
Whoa
The dish ran away with the spoon
Andddd dddain't dddat ddddsomethin dddindddinddin
And thennnn iiiiiiii found
Five fy a f**k five feet of linnennenn
I pop eye's
Like bluto
Ah how you like judo
Not hong kong
Fooey
I chop like
Some suey
Like the bruce
Banner
I gots a programma
So don't don't you cry cry for me oh susannah
Tell your grandma
Grandpa
Pops and
Your mamma
That you got
The right one
Baby
Eh heh
I'm freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason：
I think it's wabbit season
Nah uh duck season
Wabbit season
Duck season
Wabbit season
Duck season
Wabbit season
Awwwww shut up
Hey button your lip it's mc season dagnabbit
And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww
Whattup chip
I hate rabbits
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Be vewy vewy quiet
A hunting we will go
Hi ho
The merry o cheerio chip's about to drop a hot potato
'Yumpin 'yimminy
Jimminy crickets kicks kicks
Some rugged and rough s**t like this
Silly wabbit ain't got 'nuff trix to pick
But I'll chill instead
Cause for the big kid
For the big kid
For the big kid's how I uhh
Kicks it
Yo ahh
Rrrrrugabugit
Rrrrrugabugit
Where's was the mic
It's in the freezer *cough*freezin like like a raider
*cough*my flow's very
Ridiculous
Like frosted lucky charms my s**t is magically delishwish
I'm a chattanooga choo was funkier uh punky brewster
When I'm a fee farmer
Pee plumber
So roll up
Rewind selector
I huh huh
Huh huh huh
Like woodddy woodpecker
Peace to victor bramble
Too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel
In the background："sneakin up
Sneakin up 4x
Creepin up on ya
Creepin creepin up on ya
4x
Arriba arriba
Pass the boom to m o smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the h*e
See ya
Flipper type hitter
Quicker to get bigger
Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my fu schnicken n***az
Your n***az
Yeah
My motherf**kin n***az
The m o throws blows
Blows
Obnoxious type flows
Flows
No one knows bo's but the emery scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds
From miles around
When I aiyyyyyyyy aiyyyyyyyy it vibrates your town
Peace to diamond d
Flavor you n I t
We sneakin up on ya
Watch your a*s for nine three
In the background："sneakin up
Sneakin up 8x
Creepin up on ya
Creepin creepin up on ya
8x