Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitchslap, artist - MC Hawking
Date of issue: 26.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitchslap |
Trash Talk |
Doomsday, bring the funk |
Oh, yah. |
Yo. |
Ah. |
Check this shit out |
Verse 1 |
I roll straight pimping to the room of my lecture |
Prepared to enrapture students with a mixture |
Of hard-ass science and smooth-ass rhymes |
So phat you can’t fit in my class sometimes |
I’m early. |
Popping wheelies in the hall |
Showing off the hydraulics to the hotties' enthrall |
Of the Hawk. |
And yo, who can blame them? |
I only got one thing larger than my brainstem |
One asks «How big are your rims?» |
The answer’s in my lap, the girl hopped in. |
I cruised on to my appointed destination |
Dropped the hottie in the front row, said «Be patient» |
Now I’m rolling the chair with the bass turned up |
See a bitch T.A. |
got my latte in a cup |
I’m like «Fuck! |
I said Mocha only! |
I’ll smack you so hard your ghost will be lonely» |
He says «No offense, Dr. H, but your keyboard |
Challenges your dexterity, and I think more |
Challenging still would be your rising to the occasion |
Readying the back of your hand bend on swift administration» |
Now I’m consumed by rage |
I say I oughta bitchslap every last T.A. |
He says «Yeah, you should. |
Wish you could! |
But the arms you got don’t extend that good.» |
I just smile as if all is forgiven |
But the glint in my eye be crazy as living |
On time that’s been borrowed that I’ll soon collect |
When I teach a hard lesson in Cause-And-Effect |
Bitch thinks he’s only showing off for his peers |
He’s a newbie T.A. |
who does not know the fear |
And respect that is due to the Hawk and his crew |
But he’ll learn that and more by the time I’m through |
He’ll get a… |
Chorus |
Bitchslap (Ow!) |
Oh, snap |
Punk motherfucker ain’t worth a cap |
And his S-flap (Ugh!) |
Proved that |
No need for the gat |
Or the baseball bat |
Just a bitchslap (Ah!) |
Oh, snap |
Punk motherfucker ain’t worth a cap |
And his S-flap (Ow!) |
Proved that |
How’d I ever get a bitch T.A. |
like that? |
Bitchslap. |
Verse 2 |
Stayed up late that night, yo, very busy |
Got shizzy to dizzy-dazzle in the labora-tizzy |
Servos, motors, chains and gears |
Mechanisms, the purpose of which is unclear |
Got all I need, my brain and a screwdriver |
The Hawk rocks inventing. |
Fuck MacGyver! |
I got in mind, a practical design |
For a device to help keep T.A.'s in line |
Next day, all is ready. |
The punk is oblivious |
No concept of how doomed he already is |
Cup in hand, again the wrong flavor |
I pause as he smirks so as I can savor |
The moment, then I say |
«Bitch, I said Mocha. |
Now you get a slapping.» |
T.A. |
said «No, sir. |
I don’t believe |
that I’ll receive, one of those from you. |
But if you posit otherwise, let’s see what you can do. |
I was cool, made sure he understood |
Then hit the button labeled «Extend that good» |
With a whizz and a whir, unfolding from the chair |
Came the robot arm shooting up into the air |
Wound back with a click, then aimed at the bitch |
Steel palm, chrome nickel on the backside switch |
It connected with the T.A.'s head. |
Velocity hi-yo! |
Kinetic transfer to his pie-hole |
His head snapped back, his neck went crack |
He stood for a moment then his legs went flat |
My other T.A.'s who’d been brimming when he spoke |
Got a serious expression on their faces, so |
I just rolled real slow on up to the lecture |
The lesson today, the Hawk can wreck your |
whole shit, so don’t test |
Or I’ll put you on the list to get bitchslapped next |
Chorus |
Ah, yah. |
MC Hawking kicking it with MC Frontalot |
(Says yep.) |
Let this be a lesson to all you punk bitches out there |
The Hawk can wreck your whole shit, so don’t test. |
A’ight. |
We be geese. |
Peace. |