I don’t know what you talking about, boy, I’m the authority/I’m just here to question up minority/A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception/And you just happen to fit the description
Opening up a can of whoop ass, one for each lame duck drug dealer stepping all over his azaleas. This is Tony Stark’s block and he’s not afraid to knuckle up on a fool to let ’em know what’s up. The fat basslines simulate the act of throwing bows and it’s a gag to hear him kick ass and take names.