Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wha's Fuckin' Wit' This, artist - Jakki The MotamouthDate of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wha's Fuckin' Wit' This |
| My flows taming the worst |
| No, this ain’t a mainstream song with a nigga throwing game in his verse |
| Nor an underground song strictly aimed at most geeks |
| With an average ass cat spitting over dope beats |
| Bro please |
| With your ho you better be finished |
| I fucked your bitch a week ago, you better head for the free clinic |
| I’m a sick individual with a diseased mind |
| You see that pet demon over there? |
| He’s mine |
| Fuck your dawg, my words are more vicious |
| At my weakest I could scare a battle rapper shitless |
| Beef I laugh |
| In a battle contest with rifles strictly to beat they ass |
| G’s stay mad |
| Aim at the chests of the freaks they had |
| Nice breasts got me claiming a set |
| Talk out your ass and I’ll give you the runs |
| Superglue the lips on your buns |
| Now you can’t say shit like a nun |
| What’s fucking with this? |
| We’re nothing to diss |
| Stuffing dick up in your bitch |
| O.H. |
| 10 we up in your shit |
| Got something to spit? |
| Only after you sucking a dick |
| RJ on a banger |
| Let it bump in your whip |
| I’m slapping your game |
| I’m gonna laugh when you came |
| While I was tapping your dame |
| Nigga you packing them thangs? |
| Then you asking for pain |
| For a massive insane |
| Cat with the aim |
| Give a stab at your brain |
| I’m the acid that rain |
| Put your ass in a drain |
| With a passion for strangling wack brainiacs rapping the same |
| Technical cats make me act drastically vein |
| Fuck rappers, ain’t trying to like no one else |
| You’ll think I’m conceited when I call my body ten times and cipher myself |
| Pop the trunk time to mop this punk |
| Like doing drive bys on trash cans, you popping junk |
| Get your CD out my face, like I’ma cop this gunk |
| Put out 9,000 copies and your pockets shrunk |
| I need no cash, to get in your hoes ass |
| The only thing I’m spending is time at your lab |
| And you just a stench |
| Jakki explained in one word |
| Like crossing out the fuzz on your shirt, excellent |
| All my bully vets in here |
| Let me on your album |
| Now it’s mine and you’ll guest appear |
| Satan kicked me out, already died |
| So don’t tell me to go to Hell, cause I already tried |
| I gave Satan evil knowledge, best believe |
| I spread hate like a demonic S.T.D |
| If a kid get in my face, I just be me |
| If I stab him in the waist, then the chest he bleed |
| I don’t fight fair |
| Don’t square up with me |
| Like a nerd in Heaven holding a Glock |
| Square up with heat |
| Your raps are weak |
| But fly |
| Must I |
| Prove you ain’t a tough guy? |
| And you full of shit like a stuffed fly |
| I snuff guys, kick grunt rhymes |
| You can suck my dick if you don’t like the fact I use punchlines |
| Ain’t sweating enough? |
| You fire |
| I run a dick sucking business |
| Your bitch is my new hire |
| This whore is a trip |
| You can get this pretty bitch outta my face |
| Too many cold sores on her lip |
| Your songs weak, mixed down trash, your beats are chalk |
| I’ll see you at your next Record Never Release party |
| If I throw punches at your broad man |
| I’ll connect faster than Roy Jones with broadband arms |
| Or we can fight when I steal your ho |
| Alcohol assures me I won’t feel your blows |
| Who’s offended by Rocket Science? |
| I feel your pain |
| But like to let you know that I still feel the same |
| Fuck y’all |
| «Columbus crews put it down» |