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It's Silent J Tha Quiet Poet. Nuff said.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #275
Peak in subgenre #136
Author
Xplicit Thoughts
Rights
2007
Uploaded
March 26, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.8 MB • 128 kbps • 6:20
Lyrics
That's why ya wife look like an oompa Loompa reject.
Tell me dog, really, has she even seen her feet yet?1
I'm just gettin started ya burned fuckin wit me.
Tell that 10-piece bucket that you fuckin she's a monkey.2
His bitch is so fat it got him feelin like Norbit
Dude changed his name to Reddz cause Paramount wouldn't support it.3
Son you fuckin with an all around vet.(all around vet)
You claim to be a legend but you ain't even a threat.4
Fuck ya set, fuck ya life, fuck ya groupie cock huggin.
But I wouldn't fuck ya wife if I could get on top of her.5
I can see it now, you sittin there holdin ya chest.
Cryin cause u lost, but yo, it’s just the net.6
Or so you said, but you post in every thread that I'm in.
If u didn't give a fuck, why you stressin me then?7
You gonna follow me around until I try to get u banned?
Why would I want that? You actin like my biggest fan.8
Ok…second verse, let’s switch the style up a bit.
This fake mutha fucker don’t know he fuckin wit.1
Since you didn’t know son, u might wanna check my fan base.
I’ll have you jackin off to the track lickin your own man paste!2
Look everybody, I’m rippin Paramount.
It’s like hittin old pussy tho. We need to air him out.3
It's time to grab the heat and spark it - run up into your apartment
Oh you don't understand me? Let me dumb down my jargin
I'll put you in a nap sack...wrap you up in plastic
Then make you smack yourself like if you was doin slap-stick
My flow is automatic...you force it like a rapist
But even if they gave it to you, you could never take it
You fakin and I'm sick of all the whack tracks you makin.
You seen me on stage and told 'em "That's the mask of Jason"
Cause I'm killin you dog. I cut you up like a razor blade.
Make you face ya death and put an end to all the games you play.
You funny Sonny Reddz, but looks ain’t everything.
I’ll leave you stuck, bloody and dead. Don’t even play wit me.
What you know about hood? you white suburbian raised.
You talk a lot of shit dog, you never seen no gunplay.
You run away at the sight of any motha fucka man enough.
Cross the street whenever real gangstas stand up.
You think a hard look’ll keep you breathin in these streets?
Let me tell you something man, stop watchin B.E.T
Fuck Reddz I’ll leave him dead in the gutter,
Ready to utter my name with his last breath then when he shudders.
I’m not feelin you. Get the fuck off of my dick.
But before you do make sure you swallow all of my kids!
