Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

Order! Order

Order in the court! Sit your asses down

Today we are here for the trial of J Neal in the modern rap music industry

The rap music industry is being accused of the crime known as mumble rapping

A.K.A. also known as not making any damn sense out at fucking order

J Neal, as representative of the rap game, please take the stand and make your statement

Me, ok, I have a few things to say

Yo, mumblin mouth, well that ain't what I'm about

They say I ain't smooth, well I like to pronounce all the shit that I think of

Bitch you better speak up, you're talking shit to me about the shit that I bring up

Hits like a stinger pick up the phone when they ring up

I'm saying zinga, it's like we play a jenga

Take it from bottom to top, from the past to the present

All the rappers nowadays are nothing but fucking peasants

I'm mumble mumble mumbling, bubble bubble mumbling

I'm sizzle sizzle sizzling on this fucking mic again

What you gonna do when we rewrite the game

When the crowd's busy screaming our names

What you gonna do when we change this shit

When the twist turns upside down and flips

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

Modern rap music industry

Any questions to his statement

Why yes, J'NEAL

We understand your frustration

But for starters, what do you do in your free time

How does it affect your current situation

Well, you see

I could be dissing and spitting my bars all day

But I got a job to do and bills to pay

Motherfuckers I ain't got no time to play

This is my business, watch what you say

I really don't care, you can talk your shit

But better be ready for this comeback diss

I have no problem dissing you

Just know I'ma make you know that it's you that I'm talking to

You fucking fool, how dare you call me a fucking dude

I ain't your bro, I ain't around no more

I'll mop your ass into the floor

You don't like my bars because they make sense

Or maybe cause you get a little tense

You guys ain't made sense since 50 Cent

So I get up on the mic and I spit this shit

What you gonna do when we re-write the game

When the crowd's all busy screaming our names

What you gonna do when we change this shit

When the twist turn upside down and flames

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

So you're upset cause we talk trash

No, I just want you to understand what the hell I'm talking about

So I enjoy how you feel about your point of view

Gladly

Eight fingers down, but I still have two up

Not a pinky, no ring index, no thumb

I ain't got a reason to put both my hands up

Sitting on my porch screaming, I don't give a fuck

Not your shit, so we're down

Your ass about to bounce off the fucking walls when I put this shit out

This statement is collateral, so here's your somatoral

To keep you from drowsing, you needed an actual

You get in my face when you started the show

I brought my mace, this shit's about to blow

You out of your place, so you should go

Fuck yourself and all your hoes

You mumble math, get the hell out

I can't understand, bitch, shut the shit down

Now she or she, is that all you had to say

Maybe there's a little more to it

Uh, not really

That's about it

Well, maybe, maybe one more thing

Really

What's that

What you gonna do when we rewrite the game

When the crowds are busy screaming our names

What you gonna do when we change this shit

When it's twisted upside down and flipped

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me

What you gonna do about me