Popcorn - KMD

POP, POP, POP, POP

POP, POP, POP…

Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'

Niggas been sleep, now yawn new born

To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama

Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)

I’ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender

Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender

I’m the spender, of every red cent 'til I’m stomped

Rock for the Kause, it’s no comp cause we deep like a swamp

Zev Love a brother I never budges

I hold everything from mics to like grudges

I won’t let a bygone be a bygone

Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn

I’m controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes

With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up

Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman

Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?

Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop

A lot like the kid I used to break with

Way back when like eighty-four at my last look

He’s lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took

That and a old school flavor like a bomber

Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)

Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)

I won’t funk fake, so let your toast go

Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit

Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary

In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)

So big shit, well dig it I rock shit

I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked

Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns

And boogie with the fly freak unique hons

You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list

I’m never played, and so we’re Constipated

But so, what?

I’m runnin shit in my pajamas

Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)

Like hot butter, you can’t see this

Cause I’m the realest, on your breakfast toast yo

C.M., on your breakfast toast

Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)

On your breakfast toast…