Blargamophone: (Question) Dear Wolfy: Can you spit a rhyme for us?

Wolfy: Dear Blargamophone, I don't know what you're smoking but here goes:

Yo .. Yo .. Yo ..
It's like DJ wolfenstein,
Straight up your behind.
Flat bling bling and jewels
in the Boston Latin schools;
You might think I'ma wigga
but representin’ Hong Kong,
I'm full blown chigga.
Snoop and D.R.E.
they run the style from me
like they thought i was krazyy
blastin shots, , i killed jay-z
dirty fuck, he was laz-y
frost yoself, drop your shit
you scared of it
this kava kava shit
need a piece to make the hit
this gang bust caught u sniffin’ that angeldust
left u to rot, cock shots, blood clot
now im leavin’ shit with you
lay still, skies blue
it’s the benefit of my brew
Nah, I just fucking with you.


PropsHead: (Question) Dear Wolfy: How come your can't keep your head up straight?

Dear PropsHead: Why are you ugly? Actually, since I get strangled so much, it seems that the fur
has gone all the way down my ass. Also these hot second grade girls back in the day
kept twisting my neck around and watching it spin back.