Lyrics Below Dislaimer: "We don't talk shit, we just state facts." Knarly twitter: twitter.com Rx twitter: twitter.com (Knarly): Listen here partner... What the fucks a trotta? I got skills that kill well they still call me the doctor. I spit rounds like mobsters. Snacking on some lobsters. And rolling up some ganja greener than iguanas. I'm so gnar. My sonar is telling me you so not. Great Neck is home to lax, lacs, and nice spots, snobby tots, bagel locks, and this little nickel trott, who sucks duck cocks in skinny jeans and tube socks...uh You can call me poppavich you can say I'm dropping shits Stop this shit, no matter what the topic is Your mother is ugly, all you do is pop her zits I'm broke as fuck, still dope as drugs and I still be killing it...Uh Coming back is what you should not do, Cause i'll attack yo ass like my name was Polamalu I'm hotter than a fryer; writing nicer than a typer Even with some eagles you couldn't climb any higher Everyone knows that trotta oughtta just retire My swag ain't never saggy, staying savvy, gulping xannies. Cuz my ass been to rome Yo ass stay at home Rhyming while getting head, call that shit off the dome...Uh! (RX): Ok lil nigga Get the fuck up outta here You're flat hot coors light I'm motherfuckin ever-clear Cool as me? I think not Icy cold wrist watch So many jewels on me I make mr. Freeze look hot Step up out my spot bitch Great neck is mine You talkin' shabbat dinner I'm talkin organized crime Drugs, guns, the basics ...