Remix of one of Damez' greatest songs. This time its the Wack Pack in charge and featuring Damez in the first verse.
This is Da-Mez and a few other characters like Kontra and the Wack Pack. Ruffneck Recordz presents. Any sum of us are Ruffneck Rydaz. Check us out!
I am a teenage white rapper from canada. Rap is the best music ever.
Lyrics
Fuck With Me
-I’m about to fuck up your vocabulary
to the best of my ability
-We gon take this shit up a notch
Make it a little mo’ complicated
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Hootin, hollerin, bangin boots
By the end of the day I better get my loot
(“Bling, Bling”)
Pumped up N beamin, soon to be creamin
Mez be the name that pros be screamin
Oh what a feelin
I love it when they got PSL, but betta DSL,
Dis da OPP, no diggity I aint LIL
(“Huge”)
Finally got past the new jack stage
So you’re talking to yo ace-deuce dropping my name
I be da same, still play the game
Fuck the fame and now yo maimin me
And I hear from cross the room that you claim to be
The best, but you bout to get mezzed up
Deny the fact that you said it, but ya better fuckin fess up
(“Shhhh”)
How about some slap sessions, let’s slice it up
I know you aint a stranger to be in the cut
(“Ya slut”)
Got my rotors on hold and imma run amuck
Now pump your brakes, cause weez about to get plucked
Chorus
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Fuck with me if you got the guts
Fuck with me if you got no nuts(“Snip“)
Fuck with me if you aint gon front
Cause if you do, then I’m gonna fuckin hunt you
Fuck with me if you’re a pro
Fuck with me if you’ll be my ho
I aint braggin but if that’s what you see
Maybe you’d like to try to fuck with me
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FYI imma funk workout fiend (“Oohwee”)
I gotta be nice or the trick may drop some dimes on me (“Watch out!”)
I’m feelin pressed so I better check myself
Cause if I don’t it could be bad for my health
Goin in full stealth
Number one with a bullet and dat metaphorplay (“Say what?”)
While a marinate shorties krush da kitty cat all day
But she’s a hot head wit hot flashes, hot N bothered in the hot spot (“Splash”)
Def is dank tryin to get drop squads into drop tops
Givin kicks and snares, but I was a little ghost the first time
Throwing up flares, getting tips, hittin Mez like a landmine
Because of all dat, my dope is aural candy
Real accepting and sweet like them punani mamis (“Slurp”)
My blaze gon drift as I swag, still wearin tags
I be dapper saggin, followed by a fag hag
Now why the fuck she trashin up my chrome
Dick on bone, whipped out a 9 N gat ya dome (“Biotch”)
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Now my house beez packed, givin crack at the do’ (“It’s a rap show”)
I ran outta lube so we’re fuckin wit Crisco (“Grease it up”)
See so many positions, no one wants to listen
I smell red snapper, I’m goin fishin (“Goin in”)
The kitty’s hissin, keep wishin
Upon a star
For things to stay the fuck the way they are
No sense in tryin to change a very good thang (“Why?”)
Just keep it real cause this iz where da peeps hang N swang
Wine N dine, everything’s looking fine
I’d say I’m shootin for the moon, and it’s time to shine, the world is mine
Now I see some shit’s looking loco (“Whoa!”)
Tryin to pull a quick one but it’s a low blow ho
Ya know and I know who’s slick (“Yow”)
Yo legs silky smooth, shavin wit shick, now take a lick
No chance runnin up on me, little luck with me
But you can suck on me N even try tooooooo….
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