Lyrics
Muted make quiet, one of us knows how to beatbox,
Rockin dat shit down below to your socks,
Me and slit make your socks wet like the docks ,
My beats be bouncing up and down the blocks,
So fuckin rythmatic like ticking of the clocks,
We don’t like mothafuckas who like to throw rocks,
Deez bitches better stop riding our cocks,
-Instead go and start writing some books,
MMQ steal your hardware cause we fuckin’ crooks,
-you play with lollipops and ure shit fuckin’ sucks,
sucks like the middle of a pair of buttocks,
we both got huge jocks that hang down to our toes,
if we swing em around they smack against your nose,
some of these hoes hardly wear any clothes,
damn hoes, they fuckin line up in rows,
to hit us up at the end of our shows,
-flower pedals are tasting awfully sweet in my bleeding mouth,
my mouth is full of teeth.
-My eyes drip onto my cheeks and each piece falls off onto her breastplate like confetti,
I wear this cap sideways to be ill like cancer,
-this ice cold water drupes down my swelling throat refreshing every piece of fatherhood,
mmh….theres no cure for cancer.
-my eyelids crawl down my face looking for my comforting blanket,
what’s worse? Cancer or malaria?
-they strech down to my knees and shes still biting on the bottom of her lip,
stupid musqitos….
-shes a biter with teeth as sharp as cotton candy,
with their long suction mechanisms…
-her eyes are shaped like the pattern of my veins when I was pulled out of a viginal opening,
and their big pupils…I mean…eyes…
snap your fingers and twitch like a dead animal,
your girlfriend just broke up wit you so go give that bitch a call,
fucking fall onto to the pavement and scrape your knees off,
your so damn soft that ure going down like Microsoft,
you live in a fuckin loft that your small brain doesn’t even fit into,
you have a big issue with me so get a tissue and whipe me,
you don’t like me so try and fight me,
I aint no damn sikey but you winning is highly unlikely,
Your brain is as small as a smarty,
So come and join the party,
Where everyone eats ruff and sloppy,
And puke in the middle of the lobby,
You goin bloody mainstream like hiphop,
Fool, MMQ will fuckin use you like a mop,
On the hiphop highway ur eternally stuck in a pitstop,
And on the hiphop mountain you aint never gonna reach the top,
And even though stupid bitches don’t wanna hear our ‘shit’ in da club,
They’ll still come over and give our dicks a tug,
Then go away and stick their tongue in a plug.
