Lyrics Get Off The Dick - Ultra

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!