Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap I suggest you change your diet It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease It ain't no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze Take the easy way out, phony, until then they know They wouldn't be talkin' that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it
He be better off on PC glued And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say, aw, hell Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel Keep a cooker where the jar fell And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears Stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares The odd pairs swears and God fears Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year's Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares Enough about me, it's about the beats Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
A rhymin' cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral It's a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual
For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello We hollow krills, she swallow pills He follow flea collar, three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal Twirl a L after every meal
Word up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin' up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails, doom, chippin' scales Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit Overproof drunk shit and who'da thunk it
Punk, try and ask why ours be better It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude
KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!) I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!" that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!" own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super! average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't about shit I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it and can't live with this, handle yo bidness villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!" look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low rumor has it its a S-curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent some say its the eyes, some say the accent a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang same name on the titty as on the name ring pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang" keep my eye on her really don't trust her but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!" see most cats treat her like foofer or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" ya need to make her feel cuter and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!" do for her, keep her in a new fur so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!" got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it listen here scooter, let her try to bag you when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo" her name on ya back in her tattoo whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!" he keep his hoes in check sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super
I get no kick from champagne Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why shouldn't it be true? I get a kick out of brew
There is only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table
Like it's on me, put it on my tab, kid, however you get there Foot it, cab it, iron horse it, you leaving on your face forfeit I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him get off it and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough
The group been soft, first hour at the open bar and their trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him to autograph her derriere, it read To wide load, this yard bird taste like fried toad Turned love villain take pride and code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat, to dine by the pizza guy No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skezzer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe giver her curves a feel And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel They call him super when they need their back or plumbing fixed Powers only one left, the pack comes in six Whatever happened to two and three
A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught Like, what you doing G? Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me
Looser than a pair of Adidas, I hope you bought your spare tweeters MC's sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin Dude, can we do this thing again no matter how be blinging
You do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Telletubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies In and out, one, two, three, no bodies please Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shootie, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like the boy I'm going to war Came in the door and everybody on the floor A whole string of jobs like we are on tour Every night on the score coming to your corner store
