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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,547
Peak in subgenre #870
Author
Simple
Rights
my dick
Uploaded
November 11, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
fuck Drama
Lyrics
Yo, we all know you Romie Clips
net thug, posed to be a phoney crip
Homie quick, tell me the only spit
I didn't enfluence you on, you don't owe shit
you owe me this, I give your pale spit a tan
your like a stubborn fan, so blow me prick
below me prick, thats where you get boldly
cuz Simple pack big clips that puts holes in Romie
Ya rhyme I'm erasing, for tryin' to tell lies
I bring hell and this is not a dramatization
ya mind is a-racing "Look at all he's been thru!
Fuck was on my mind? I can't fuck with Simple!"
To whiteshadow, I'm the model he reached to
you mad means you thought his rhyme could beat you
and he looked up to me, and thats who you're dissin'?
you not fuckin' with me, FUCK OFF and STOP BITCHIN'
Skripture
you fake snake slimeball bitch
open up to this nigga and ya pages get ripped
cuz when I see you(I.C.U.), I bring your demise
and what I spit will make you wish you didn't survive
and formed the Dick Suckaz, man i'm deadin' them too
how you talk tuff when ya girl better than you
get shot and turn bitch, you reppin' it wrong
couldn't see drama watchin' general hospital marathons
slidin' in ya pair of thongs, bitch i'm callin' you out
everything you spit is dry, I think ya lips on drought
you talk tuff, but it's gassed up and a dream
only thing that Bucks where you're from, ya basketball team
you country grammar bamma bastid, fucks on ya minds?
use my writtens as a condom, still couldn't fuck with my rhymes
when i buss, you recline, I make you tuck in ya shine
all you do is spit shit, cuz you suck the behind, fagot...
Drama squad, I bomb ya squad
you get hit and split, like u robbed the mob
my job is plain, and Simple's the name
get headstrong, then i rip thru ya brain
get maimed and choked, yo, ya pain i host
spittin' at y'all genesis, ya games a joke
ya fames revoked, act hard but really gushy
man i buss pussies like a membrane had broke
i tame u folks, so sick it's rotten
we could spit forever so the Shift never stoppin'
still shits gettin' rocked when I be droppin'
my bullets run fluid, leave u niggaz pop-lockin'
so ya pot drops when Simples' aloof
bullshit to the roof, it's a crip in the booth
still Simp is the truth, want proof, spit ya tight rhymes
call me Dirty Regis, cuz i'll rip ya lifelines
-Simp-
