Lyrics The Art of Disrespekinazation - Heltah Skeltah

The Art of Disrespekinazation

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