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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,050
Peak in subgenre #116
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
June 25, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
bunhca metaphores, pretty much
Lyrics
Tha shyt I spits delicious, I got yoo-hoo spits//
I curse you wit my verse, cuz I got voo-doo tricks//
I got 95 rides, I got boo-koo whips//
I’ll fight 95 fights, I got ju-du fists//
My baby shootz out bulets, I got Goo goo clips//
My girl’s blow ya mind, yeah I got Coo coo chikz//
Ya wordz make bitchez hurl, cuz you got Boo-boo shytz//
My rhymez are makin dimez, check out theze New new kicks//
Two new chikz,wit lollie pops got Blue goo lips//
I got something else you can suck, “what?” girl, you knew this//
This bitch said my shyt wuz lil just like a lil kidz iz//
One fuck later, she was addicted to what tha dick did//
See, you bitchez fuck pussy, while I be fuckin pussy up//
You aint gotta record deal, cuz you fuckin pussiez suck//
See I don’t get head, instead I have sex wit necks//
& I don’t eat pussy, I kill it, cuza my predator complex//
Yeah when hell freezez over’z when ima put tha gun away//
& that’ll be tha day that yall can fuck wit tha double j//
But on any otha day, yall gotta stay a step ahead of me//
Cuz I keep heat within reach, like catz wit methamphetamines//
Ill put tha metal to ya temple, blow ya mind like tha mind freak.//
Then ill aim for david blain, while you dyin behind me//
Where theres smoke theres fire, you know im talkin bout gun heat//
Ima give yo ass tha shottie, and I aint talkin bout front seat//
Throw a rope around ya neck, watch you swing lika monkey//
Brass nucklez to ya grill, so I can knock out ya front teeth//
Ima new dog with new tricks, gotcha sayin “this dog is ruthless”//
Ill grab a hold of ya throat and choke, till ya gone showin blue lips//
Clamp ya teeth onto tha curb, stomp ya neck until ya tooth chips//
Ya momz at tha coroner, screamin “why’d this man do this?”//
Yo ima take back hip hop now, yall aint holdin it down//
Cuz theze catz don’t know they ass from a hole in tha ground//
I quit bitchez….yeah im done wit this shyt//
I took over tha rap game, & I came up from tha pits//
I went from “work on ya vocab” to “up ya vocalz”//
Came at you wit tha throwbackz, now I run through yo gals//
Ayo, you I don’t know, so keep ya pie hole closed//
Ida asked your oppinion if I wanted it, but instead, I dont//
I been thru such shyt, that you haters cant imagine//
So ima get a manager quick, start tha papers and make it happen//
I plan ta make wavez, on the air and blast tha stationz//
But for now im too complex and disliked like math equationz//
Wit so much talent, of course ima show it off//
Search jeeves for someone who beat me, end up wit no results//
Yeah tha game iza wrap, yall cats infected it//
Tha tunez needed a boost, we tha catz that injected it//
Yall east, they west, we tha catz that connected it//
Yeah yall created hiphop, but we tha catz that perfected it//
Yo, Hip hop aint dead, its tha ones that spit it//
Tha game is fulla change, and I come ta get it//
You know the game is a bitch, yeah & ima hit it//
These pussies runnin they lips, yeah, & ima rip it//
