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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #19,205
Peak in subgenre #695
Author
M. Williams- lyrics; Production by Greater Augusta
Rights
Greater Augusta Productions
Uploaded
May 13, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:29
Lyrics
Nothing makes me vomit like gas prices…/
Except a lady rejected me because I was the nicest/
Cat she ever met and she couldn’t digest that/
Striking out, hegg yeah, that’s what I’m best at/
See, I win pyrhic victories, make only Black history/
Learn dead languages, stifle all anguishes/
Watch flicks with Dorothy Dandridge in, ain into Halle Berry/
And Billy Bob Thornton, that dude is scary… yuck/
Much respect to all my people that’s behind the trash truck/
Cuz that sucks, but hold fast, I heard you makin mad bucks/
And if you free-thinking like me that’s bad luck/
Cuz when you do the math you find so many things don’t add up/
Now are you stickin to your principles or suckin it up/
I’m not playing by the rules, so now I’m stuck in a rut/
It’s open season in the dirty; duck in the muck…/
Yuck… yuck… yuck… yuck…
Yuck mouth, I see some people’s teeth turning green/
Down South; take ya fronts out/
Better yet keep em in, I’ll hit you in the jaw/
And put a new spin on ya grin/ Send men
Cuz I’m the truth like shin and you gon need pallbearers/
Southern cross, my verse leaves you covered in Scarlet O’Hara/
America done lost the War on Terror, who scared/
Ask the country that’s constantly on alert for code red/
Code… red… don’t be blamin myspace/
When the parents the ones not on they jobs in the first place/
Ace, it’s about Quest not Race rats and Cat won’t chase/
Keep a slow pace and they hate that/
Yuck… yuck… it’s a nasty flow, you can’t… pass me, no, we make it up as we go, like…
Yuck… yuck… it’s a nasty flow/
So it’s the kinda track you need M.O.P on fa sho/
But I’m po, not hardco’, and too far low/
I mean I’m in a low-cation and the radio stations/
Keep garbage in rotation til the waves are so polluted/
Scum rises to the surface due to heavy floatation/
Looks like excretions, but they say it’s algae/
I think its breast cancer, arsenic and cerebral palsy/
But I’m thirsty, we thirsty, so even if it hurts me/
Boil the water, say a prayer, bottoms up, yuck… yuck…
Yuck… yuck.
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