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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #723
Peak in subgenre #30
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
March 31, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:20
Lyrics
Fuck is these dudes doin? These dudes is ruinin music//
Dudes stupid, speech free, but they choose to abuse it//
stopped locked, froze cold, they gon ruin the movement//
Hip hop logic, speak Ebonics, Me? I choose to be fluent//
Some old school, Im new, like Blue ray disks//
turn words to burn a verse, while I soufflé this//
Spit heat to the beat, cats like who played this//
Cuz my rhymes’l blow ya mind, getcha tu pe flipped//
Whoa! A lotta knowledge, still I gotta get educated//
Steady elevatin, learnin the ways of the dedicated//
I wanna be the guy that can never say that I never made it//
These lames vomitin logic, while I stay medicated//
Sick, separated from the fake, immune to disease//
Penicillin killin the mucus that they spewin ta me//
Ya try ta bite my style, & ya losin ya teeth//
Im allergic to the purpose that they choose to believe//
I choose to be me, chew truth, & spew to the beat//
To a degree, im he who some say is, new to the scene//
I still keep it hiphop, but im through wit tha beef//
tryna make new music, & keep ya movin ya feet// Whoa!
Went to the gym to get real big quick//
Saw a chick she had some real thick hips, & real big lips////
real thin with real big tits, licked her real big lips//
n said listen mister Joe im cravin some real big dick//
On some real shyt bitch, I spit some real sick shyt//
The type to make ya stomach feel real sick quick//
I get it on, hit it, hit long, get gone n get it on//
Pissed bitched get shyted on, get flipped dicked n spitted on//
Big bitches get dribbled on, sick bitches get shytted on//
My dick spits, pick a chin, any chin, im drippin on it//
Ask my girl I get gone n get it on, get it on n get gone//
N you aint telling me nothin, I know my shyt is wrong//
Im not cocky, im just a lil over confident//
A problem prick, & I talk a whole hell of a lotta shyt//
To any cats I gotta problem wit, come solve that shyt//
You gon go talk that shyt, come walk that shyt, bitch//
Yeah, I pump lead, n I aint talkin bout wit a pencil//
Keep ya bleedin, n I aint even talkin bout ya menstral//
Im tryna make ends meat, so im cutting the fat//
You can take one gun, I got another tucked in the back//
& Yeah dope sells well, but I aint fuckin with that//
Im fuckin wit rap, fuck fuckin wit crack, yall fuckas is wack//
Im stuck In this trap, got cash ina duct, tucked ina sack//
Yall beatin beats, im hustelin while im pummelin tracks//
im packin a mac, blastin pumpin a gat, im comin for that//
If yall aint fuckin wit that, get back, im comin for cash//
Doubelin back, stabbin, snatchin ya mans cap, & flaggin a cab//
