It's A Real Hot Poppin' Poem by Byok Pettersson

Shouting about to all of my homies
Outlaw, Warsaw, even little Hacksaw
There's something afoot
It's a real hot poppin'
They say, WHAT
I say, YEAH, They all say, NAH

I said, something not right
It's still not a stoppin'
They said, Oh man
I said, Oh man
Everyone in da house shouted
Oh man

The building is on fire
Everyone get on up
Get ya self, way on out
'Cause no one wants to be
Miss USA, runner up, say WHO
Nup

Everyone in da house shouted, Oh man
Oh, we bounced on out of there
We be gettin' in nobody's way
Huh Huh
We're not gunna pop, in someone else's fire
Not today....