Word To The Wise (Instrumental)
Instrumental to A-Side of B.I.'s controversial 12". Badly in need of a bassline!
Straight up hip-hop production, funny stuff
The Cybertron Sound. Just what is that, one may ask? Ask the one who coined the term, and he'll tell you, it's a state of mind, a time and place that can't be recreated, a time to which people wish they could relive. When you hear it, you just know you're back in those times.
The collection of tracks you'll find here are bits and pieces of the The Cybertron Sound's greatest fan's take on the original creations,
for personal projects.
Just who is the man? No one knows; he goes by a ton of aliases. For the sake of simplicity, just call him Dr. Claw. Hardly anyone knows where he's really from, however it's safe to say he's a "Cybertron" native. Whatever the case, he's a man who seems to have a whole lot of time on his hands, enough to bring The Cybertron Sound to your home.
Story behind the song
This track was a diss track to a foul girl who was giving a friend of B.I.'s trouble.
On the flip side, the person behind the curtain (read: ME, yours truly) got heat from one whose character, "Dextra", was one of B.I.'s biggest foes. Claming that the lyrics were too misogynistic for my own good, she threatened to go and get me yanked offline for writing them. Some people... the ish is in character, dammit. You don't like it, don't read it! She took that stuff back in character, so B.I. had to get on that broad correct with subsequent 12" diss tracks.
Lyrics
[Batsu's Opening Words (as if speaking to Himo)]:
"Yo, yo....man, you gotta be kiddin' me! THAT bitch?"
"Nah, nah... that chick is straight foul.... how could you..."
"What --? Nah, man, I'm tellin' you, she ain't gonna change for shit!"
"That bitch is probably pityin' you, kid... don't let her play you like that!"
"Just like her mother, a straight up ho... word up...."
"Yo, yo... let me tell you about this fake-ass trick, alright...?"
[The Verse]:
Yo, you went out with that bitch, kid? FUCK was you thinkin'?
Was you high? Was you drinkin'? That bitch is so full of shit
That she's stinkin'/From a milion miles away
Every time I see that bitch I turn my eyes away
'Cause she's got an incredible abundance of ugliness/On the asshole scale from one to ten
she places somewhere in the hundreds/Fuck it! She's even higher off the meter
Forever riding roughly on the proverbial peter
If she says to eat her, then get the fuck outta town
'Cause the only thing you'll be eatin' is encrusted and brown
She wanna highpost cause her mother's a queen, yeah a drag queen maybe
That bitch only left you because she still a diaper-wearin' baby
Call me crazy, deluded or even sick -- but that bitch you was rollin' with, she was totin' a dick
What, you doubt me? That bitch ties it down with duct tape
Be glad you took it slow, kid, else you would have been buttraped
She's always flexin' rippin through innocents with icicles
If I was you, kid, I'd be givin' that foul bitch her dismissal
Blow her heart out through her back/And shove a rusty chainsaw blade between her nutsac and buttcrack/As payback/People say that/She's a looker
But with as much cack in her pants as she has in her mouth/She's a goddamn hooker
The only pussy you'll find on that bitch is in her attitude, no doubt/Fuck her!
How could you love a/Stupid cocksucker/That gets fucked up the ass by her own mother
And wants you to get down on your knees and kiss her feet
It's amazing how this bitch gets off on her own conceit
If she was anymore stuck up, the bitch would be in heat
And she got the nerve to say I crave sex/Fuck gettin' ass, I could care less when I get laid next
Especially when bitches like her suck dick for their paychecks
It's monkey crap, like the idea of "true love" in general
It's a trap set up by those who think that excrement is edible
It's incredible/How the mere illusion will screw your mind
Confuse your mind, chasin' romance'll make you lose your mind
So eff it, bitches like her ain't nothing but shit
Highpostin', fuckin' up the ass, and suckin' the dick
Of pompous tailed cocksuckers that wish on crystal balls
Tryin' to be god, but they can't seem to find them all
So they lick hers instead, givin' her head with a quickness
Her presence alone is enough to start a sickness
She's lookin' at the women, wishin she was dickless
Instead of being titless and witless
The thought of her ever takin' a bath scares her shitless, it's no wonder she's number one on my hit list
Get this! With your emotions she played and manipulated
To think a bitch like that'd change, you must have hallucinated
She'll always be hated, don't let her whore you son/I call the bitch an asshole because she was born from one
I told you son, go find yourself a real chick, not some arrogant flat chested whore with a dick
She's a candy ass two-faced tampon fuck up, dick in the mouth is the only way she shuts up
She calls my mother a ho, I don't give a fuck --
At least a bleach-blonde monkey-ass ain't pluggin' my mama's butt
Don't stress it kid, be glad she dumped ya
Because if you stayed any longer she probably would have jumped ya
Up the ass with her cack is how she would have pumped ya
She'll leave you walkin' all funny, so you wouldn't forget that she humped ya!
[Chorus (X2)]:
Don't stress it kid, you really didn't love that bitch!
Word to the wise, find a real chick -- FUCK that bitch!
Let that bitch play you, kid? Man, fuck THAT shit!
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