| And they sweaters small, fuck it, I’m better ya’ll
|
| Go against the God, that’s the wrong move
|
| What you want pa? |
| Dope or dog food?
|
| Smile, it’s a celebration bitches, I just came back
|
| Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass
|
| All ya’ll, can we do a track? |
| No, quit hollering, I’m shitting
|
| Niggas trash, I’m wack-tose intolerant
|
| My gun pop niggas, one shot nigga
|
| I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak niggas
|
| Fuck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo
|
| I’m a beast, you a bitch like Tickle Me Elmo
|
| Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud
|
| Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting butt
|
| Niggas homo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it
|
| We already changed our mind, you almost was a bitch, pussy
|
| Since niggas like disrespecting the game
|
| Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames
|
| Niggas ain’t got no respect for the game
|
| So we ain’t got no respect for you lames
|
| Rap ain’t selling, crack ain’t selling
|
| So it’s back to armed robberies, my bat sting melons
|
| Take it back to Decep', back out the hammer, fam
|
| I ain’t talking Hammer blam fam, I’m talking hammer, damn, call an ambulance
|
| No fuck that, I’m letting the cannon blam
|
| Have that man smoking like it’s Amsterdam
|
| Dammit, man, I go in your hood and get love
|
| Huh, you be, go in your hood and get mugged
|
| Bitch bastard, don’t go to son crib, his shit bugged
|
| Wire tapped, this chump got a mic in his pimp cup
|
| Got a mic and a pimp cup, catch a right from the fist, chump
|
| Leave a non smoker choking when lighting this bitch up
|
| Still Bozos, get knocked the fuck out, Miguel Cotto
|
| Verse Zab Judah, I’m worse, pass me the luger, bong!
|
| Stupid, your whole crew’s snakes and your jewels fake
|
| Give me some news break, and some tooth paste
|
| Listen, it’s big drama, nah, it’s little drama
|
| Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama
|
| When I fucked Rihanna, ain’t use no 'umbrella'
|
| When the bitch have twins we naming 'em both Ella, Ella
|
| Aye, I’m just joking, maybe I’m not
|
| I’m just smoking, maybe it’s pot
|
| Maybe it’s coke, maybe it’s both
|
| Only way to tell, muthafucka, hah, take it and toke, P
|
| Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke
|
| I’mma stick to reefer, smoking hood bitches, Keyshia Cole
|
| That’s the way it is, I’m a 'slim thug', 'slim' and 'shady'
|
| But I’m not from Houston, not that white boy from Dre team
|
| But I worldwide circus, fuck chicks for sport
|
| I didn’t know that was your bitch I caught, huh
|
| Rapper, acting like I stole Beyonce Knowles or something
|
| No, that’s just a biat’che ho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art of Disrespekinazation , by - Heltah Skeltah. Song from the album D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп