Get yourself together now
Because it's hit time
You're known as the hit makers
Record breakers, party makers
They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver
For all you cats, they bound to put mo' dips in your hips
Mo' cut in your strut, mo' glide in your stride
If you don't dig that, you gotta hole in your soul
If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address
They gon' sing mighty loud and clear
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Ayo, the music made 'em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come track somethin' fat
Without lettin' Ali touch that
Nothin' wack leaves his lips
You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors
(so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin'
I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin'
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so quit your feeble session
Double teamin' for the evening, so you heed the lessons
Sluggo
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Here we go
Lookin at me like they know me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me
Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage
Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So taste it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle
But shut up though
(Fuck that, sucka jump back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We Call her hunch back), Ali run that
From cats lips to gods ears
We line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairs
Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared
Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)
Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that
Drippin off her nuts
Wait, why she got a nut sack?
You fuckin' rappers are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail
The defeat felt because you need help
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
(Rappers steppin tight)
Yeah they get they shit spun
I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run
Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin
On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition
When you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm down little campers, I've got the answers
You should fuck exotic dancers
You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers
It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that amps for?
I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe
And I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos
Your respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without it
I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
With your tongue out and write a love song about it
Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles
The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, self taught
Communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs
And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares
If you keep bumping your gums than we can fuckin' take it there
I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk
(Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops)
Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy
(Sing my fuckin' fore I punch you in yo face)
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah