Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Off The Dick, artist - Ultra. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Get Off The Dick |
| This for all you motherfuckers bitin' my space shit |
| Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter |
| Yeah! |
| Throwin' the monkey-fuckin'-wrench in the business |
| Yeah, all that trendy shit out there |
| That old fake shit |
| So regular |
| That common shit |
| Shit that stink |
| Word up |
| Do this! |
| Like you knew this, haha |
| This is how we do |
| Yeah |
| Every, every day all day, haha |
| All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak |
| Niggas be talkin like they hard, they fuckin asscrack |
| These wack MCs tryna sound like Kool Keith |
| I should’ve took a bat and knocked out they front teeth, ow! |
| From New York to Cali MCs keep poppin' shit |
| With messed up grammar, your weak style ain’t stoppin' shit |
| Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it’s fog |
| Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog |
| You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss |
| When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum |
| I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore |
| Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture |
| Take out your whole backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum |
| Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt |
| I don’t care, beware, smell smoke watch your back |
| I’m up close like acne pimples in your ass crack |
| Atomic workout, strategy for fuckin' jerks |
| Your album’s butthole, overused with inserts |
| Still light up shit point blank like fuckin' fireworks |
| Niggas get busted 'cause half fights for Greyhound |
| Penalties are deadly for quality, how your shit sound? |
| I’m not followin' motherfuckers |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| How many niggas is on our dick? |
| (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| How many niggas is on our dick? |
| (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| (Get off the dick!) Niggas on some Ultra shit (For life) |
| God damn it’s a brand new year |
| Comin' back with the full packed MAC |
| Bustin' off with the raw raps |
| Rippin' rappers out the frame, 'cause it’s like that |
| You want your mic back; |
| bitch you’re gonna have to fight back |
| Raise up, raise up, if you’re nice and |
| Niggas fuckin' with D-O-G is like McNeely fuckin' with Mike Tyson |
| I’m slicin', dicin' MCs, they call me Ginsu |
| Niggas get me amped, watch me get mental |
| Perplexed I project my lyrical context |
| Bust nuts in rappers anus 'cause it’s better than sex |
| Hey yo I’m mad, and I’m bad like Mr. Cool J |
| I’m back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray |
| Get down for my crown, 'cause I’m a scholar |
| Niggas shit is so wack I wouldn’t pay a fuckin dollar, holla |
| (Hooooooo!) Fuck it |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| How many niggas is on our dick? |
| (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| How many niggas is on our dick? |
| (Get off the dick!) |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit |
| Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!) |
| Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won’t work tonight |
| Just raw beat, you’re buttnaked standin' on the street |
| Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole |
| Niggas get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode |
| German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler |
| No soft samples, corny loops, fuck fiddler! |
| Niggas get carried away with basic shit, every day |
| Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits |
| Ex-Lax reveal your steelo’s got the shits |
| Pack a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin' catch the bus |
| Niggas already been through sad stories; |
| fuck y’all Gus |
| Yeah I don’t give a fuck about the sunny stick drums |
| Who’s usin the Alfonso Moons |
| Whatever I don’t give a fuck |
| Cal Tjader I don’t give a fuck, any snare, whatever |
| Distinctive loop, fuck it all |
| Motherfuckers can go search downtown |
| And find all these records if you want; |
| I don’t give a fuck! |