This is a song about "Looney tunes"

But you try to play your tunes and we hear nothing but static

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Let me kill em in a second when i’m makin the best tunes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

All these tunes and fans is all i thought about.

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Nothin sweet when i attend, see