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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,140
Peak in subgenre #2,040
Author
DZK and J DeLux
Rights
JDX Records
Uploaded
January 24, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:28
Lyrics
[verse]:[1]:[DZK]
ten - here comes the two to the one to the eight
never learned to count, cuz I flunked fifth grade
never bag a chick with a rubber, fuck AIDS
rock a Magic J throw-back and just pray
here comes the D to the Z to the - "Hi" yall
I'ma kinda wide-eyed lunatic, I'm wild
only rhymer, you'll see in awhile
with five animal handlers to keep me in line, dog
psycho-pathic, Buffalo Bill Jackson
killer in a mask, girl twitchin in a trash bag
duct-tape my fat date, till she's captured
throw her in a pit - "IT PUTS THE LOTION IN THE BASKET!"
loco from a crack hit, floatin' into madness
slowest to react when I'm smoking any plastic
broke into a casket, joke with a cadaver
notice it ain't laughin, and choke it till I'm happy again
It rubs the lotion on it's skin...
or it gets... the hose... again.
I wanna throw a concert and stage it
out in the country - rent me a hundred acres of nature
get a famous trance DJ to play it
mainly just to tease these damn ravers to their faces
I'm a disgrace to MC's, I sit around and
pretend to write ill things down, on blank pages
then later, listen for the craziest statements
that your favorite rapper made and switch it around and change it
I'm not clever, make no mistake about it
I've never shocked myself, in any creative outlet
I'm grounded, got no friends, sleeping face down in
my water-bed every evening, hoping I drown
at age three, I got caught, smoking my crayons
at thirteen, I dropped acid... but not in my mouth
from a crop duster, [BOWW!!] all over my town
probably why I got cops always poking around
or maybe, it's the babies, decomposing now
in my trash, cuz my ass is too lazy to take it out
either way, it's crazy how, I gotta dress like a clown
just to shake the FEDS out in front of my house
I'm bout to lose it officially, use my ability to
breed stupidity, you need to mimic these few
middle-school, punk-rockish, hostilities
toss my drink, at the string section of a symphony
[J DeLux 2nd verse] - 24 bars
So lemme pick up the mic, and rip it viciously,
so obscence, it makes all the bitches come to me,
but im J.D, all i do is aim and please,
no outkast girls, but i stay so fresh and clean,
me and DZ, bring K-oas to the game,
hittin hard with punches, straight connection to ya frame,
ya brain cant obtain, information that were sayin,
complicated to some, so u have to keep replayin,
this track one more time, in the back of your head,
catching the sexy metaphors, like right said fred,
afew played lines, but that never hurt p.a.c,
sitting there rappin bout, times at penitentiary,
he still is considered, as one the best to date,
cuz no mainstream tracks, have been lyrical as of late,
comin out with wack shit, my humps from the 'peas',
its cuz of that track, id give a 'black eye' to furgie,
i wouldnt pay for new albums, 90 percent are just that wack,
sold a picture of chad kroeger, got asked for the nickel back,
50 cent sold out, now he's singing about love,
what kinda shit is that, when ur posed 2 b a thug,
music just isnt the same, in this day and age,
em and kim break up, but married when u flip a page,
but i guess its been that way for awhile, not much has changed,
cuz its pretty bad when u can b a prince, with purple rain....
