Diseases Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

Yo, whattup E? 

Yo, whattup Starbuck, what's goin' on? 

Yeah, how you livin'? 

Yeah, you know just smokin' every day, whassup? 

Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's wack man 

Yeah I know, say word 

All these MC's got diseases 

Yeah, they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague, baby 

MC's got delusions of grandeur and such 

Yeah, man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup 

Now go make a record and go rob a bank 

Now you got Cool C-itis to thank 

Copped that advance but lost that check 

Must be due to Alzheimer's onset 

Go up in the label, when honies start feelin' ya 

Hobbes you better catch some R felia 

And female rappers don't have a chance 

Need flow augmentation and mic implants 

Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead? 

Caught half-steppin' 'cause she got a peg leg 

Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it? 

That's 'cause, girl, was lactose intolerant 

Smoke with E, you gonna have fun 

Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs 

Try and spit but nothin' comes out 

Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

You with wifey dog, get a car from Sonya 

It's likely you'll catch Nokia phobia 

You shiverin' from ice, hold a mic device 

It's most certainly some rappers frostbite 

Go up in the club, in moderation 

'Cause online you be catchin' Peter Geisha'n impatient 

Ha ha, rollin' trees, only got seeds 

Man's puffin' crystals, green with envy 

Rhymin' for the loot, to get some mass 

You a prime candidate for a heart bypass 

You online, think you the dopest 

Geek caught a case of wack Internet-a-tosis 

Startin' rumors, check the tabloids 

Caught a Blaze haze, maybe source hemorrhoids 

Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment 

At a show catch a microphone impalement 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

Scrub your hands fifty times and wash the smut odor 

Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder 

Up I got downers, down I got uppers 

Now chuggin' Pedia, sure for fuckin' suppper 

Step to E, no microphone contest 

Soon learn about inferiority complex 

I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix 

Till Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix 

Now I'll supply prescriptions 

Come to the motherfuckin' spot, if you havin' wack visions 

Writers block? Just can't flow? 

Hit you off with a double mic hydro 

You goin' gold if you got the patience 

Son, check in you got rap hallucinations 

The surgeon, wack MC's I carve up 

Hip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 

Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' 

Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' 

Head's too big, stab you up for no reason 

Yeah, E, I don't know 

I still don't think they know 

Smut Peddlers, Cage, in the house 

Mighty Mi, in the house 

Yes, indeed all the dirty people, in the house 

Yo, you better go get checked 

Go to the clinic, 'cause you got somethin' 

Don't say you got nothin' 

'Cause we're all diseased, right