| 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Shimura | |
| Look Bitch, | |
| Ya know I'm coming tight | |
| So you can switch them hips from left to right all night and won't nobody give a shit | |
| If you was sittin' | |
| I might ask you ta stand, take a load off of ya mind cuz them lyrics you kicked was so butt | |
| Ya brain must be synonymous with your behind | |
| The timing on ya rhymin' sucked black | |
| That's why I still caint figure out why the fuck | |
| He was all on my nut sac | |
| And droolin' on the tool and who ya foolin' tryin' ta act so cool | |
| When it comes to the duelin', | |
| Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin: | |
| Ooohin' and Aaaahin' it | |
| Really don't matter as long as the rappers know | |
| Who's shit is fatter | |
| And who should be beggin' the pardon | |
| For the disaster | |
| As I blast ya into Anti matter | |
| Make you scream out Uncle! as I punk you with the funk | |
| Watch you buckle like a punk will | |
| Another chump killed as I chuckle pumping steel, through the steel, so that I can steal the show | |
| The bunk have no appeal | |
| Meaning that I don't feel the wack, even when you be feeling that | |
| No matter how slow | |
| Ya go | |
| Ya still got no thing to say | |
| When skills are softer than clay ? now come on man, that aint where the Cassius | |
| You must have thought that sexy ass was gone make some dough | |
| On the strength of them promo pictures- Ho | |
| Blow me down | |
| I'd be surprised if you could even go just one more round | |
| And I'm from the O | |
| Challenging you in your own Goddamned town | |
| And I know the homies gone clown | |
| When they hear the | |
| Profound thoughts and experiences applied from my strife to the end of your life on this mic | |
| The Pipe is like enlightening when frightening | |
| Reciting passages striken 'em all like lightening | |
| From the hand of God | |
| Writing missing your hand it might be odd at first | |
| Awful uncomfortable but the fractured skull has gotta be worse | |
| Curse the killer while the life giver is giving untill it hurts | |
| Perkin' and buildin at work, blurtin' out warning! Alert! | |
| Don't be decieved as to the multiplicities of realities available | |
| Here on this earth since birth | |
| Don't forget the royalties and legalities | |
| Even though I don't think they were meant to be | |
| Purchased on purpose | |
| And maybe we're supposed to see grass first and then miss it | |
| Excuse me ya'll | |
| Sometimes my tense it gets terse | |
| Cuz shit it pisses me off | |
| Like niggas fallin' off did Coerced! | |
| And oh! the shit is so perverse | |
| And I didn't wanna be bothered with you or your smirk in the first | |
| And it's probably best for everybody | |
| Involved including the verse of course | |
| If we all just word to thought | |
| Cut short |
| zuo ci : Daumont, Davis, Shimura | |
| Look Bitch, | |
| Ya know I' m coming tight | |
| So you can switch them hips from left to right all night and won' t nobody give a shit | |
| If you was sittin' | |
| I might ask you ta stand, take a load off of ya mind cuz them lyrics you kicked was so butt | |
| Ya brain must be synonymous with your behind | |
| The timing on ya rhymin' sucked black | |
| That' s why I still caint figure out why the fuck | |
| He was all on my nut sac | |
| And droolin' on the tool and who ya foolin' tryin' ta act so cool | |
| When it comes to the duelin', | |
| Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin: | |
| Ooohin' and Aaaahin' it | |
| Really don' t matter as long as the rappers know | |
| Who' s shit is fatter | |
| And who should be beggin' the pardon | |
| For the disaster | |
| As I blast ya into Anti matter | |
| Make you scream out Uncle! as I punk you with the funk | |
| Watch you buckle like a punk will | |
| Another chump killed as I chuckle pumping steel, through the steel, so that I can steal the show | |
| The bunk have no appeal | |
| Meaning that I don' t feel the wack, even when you be feeling that | |
| No matter how slow | |
| Ya go | |
| Ya still got no thing to say | |
| When skills are softer than clay nbsp? now come on man, that aint where the Cassius | |
| You must have thought that sexy ass was gone make some dough | |
| On the strength of them promo pictures Ho | |
| Blow me down | |
| I' d be surprised if you could even go just one more round | |
| And I' m from the O | |
| Challenging you in your own Goddamned town | |
| And I know the homies gone clown | |
| When they hear the | |
| Profound thoughts and experiences applied from my strife to the end of your life on this mic | |
| The Pipe is like enlightening when frightening | |
| Reciting passages striken ' em all like lightening | |
| From the hand of God | |
| Writing missing your hand it might be odd at first | |
| Awful uncomfortable but the fractured skull has gotta be worse | |
| Curse the killer while the life giver is giving untill it hurts | |
| Perkin' and buildin at work, blurtin' out warning! Alert! | |
| Don' t be decieved as to the multiplicities of realities available | |
| Here on this earth since birth | |
| Don' t forget the royalties and legalities | |
| Even though I don' t think they were meant to be | |
| Purchased on purpose | |
| And maybe we' re supposed to see grass first and then miss it | |
| Excuse me ya' ll | |
| Sometimes my tense it gets terse | |
| Cuz shit it pisses me off | |
| Like niggas fallin' off did Coerced! | |
| And oh! the shit is so perverse | |
| And I didn' t wanna be bothered with you or your smirk in the first | |
| And it' s probably best for everybody | |
| Involved including the verse of course | |
| If we all just word to thought | |
| Cut short |
| zuò cí : Daumont, Davis, Shimura | |
| Look Bitch, | |
| Ya know I' m coming tight | |
| So you can switch them hips from left to right all night and won' t nobody give a shit | |
| If you was sittin' | |
| I might ask you ta stand, take a load off of ya mind cuz them lyrics you kicked was so butt | |
| Ya brain must be synonymous with your behind | |
| The timing on ya rhymin' sucked black | |
| That' s why I still caint figure out why the fuck | |
| He was all on my nut sac | |
| And droolin' on the tool and who ya foolin' tryin' ta act so cool | |
| When it comes to the duelin', | |
| Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin: | |
| Ooohin' and Aaaahin' it | |
| Really don' t matter as long as the rappers know | |
| Who' s shit is fatter | |
| And who should be beggin' the pardon | |
| For the disaster | |
| As I blast ya into Anti matter | |
| Make you scream out Uncle! as I punk you with the funk | |
| Watch you buckle like a punk will | |
| Another chump killed as I chuckle pumping steel, through the steel, so that I can steal the show | |
| The bunk have no appeal | |
| Meaning that I don' t feel the wack, even when you be feeling that | |
| No matter how slow | |
| Ya go | |
| Ya still got no thing to say | |
| When skills are softer than clay nbsp? now come on man, that aint where the Cassius | |
| You must have thought that sexy ass was gone make some dough | |
| On the strength of them promo pictures Ho | |
| Blow me down | |
| I' d be surprised if you could even go just one more round | |
| And I' m from the O | |
| Challenging you in your own Goddamned town | |
| And I know the homies gone clown | |
| When they hear the | |
| Profound thoughts and experiences applied from my strife to the end of your life on this mic | |
| The Pipe is like enlightening when frightening | |
| Reciting passages striken ' em all like lightening | |
| From the hand of God | |
| Writing missing your hand it might be odd at first | |
| Awful uncomfortable but the fractured skull has gotta be worse | |
| Curse the killer while the life giver is giving untill it hurts | |
| Perkin' and buildin at work, blurtin' out warning! Alert! | |
| Don' t be decieved as to the multiplicities of realities available | |
| Here on this earth since birth | |
| Don' t forget the royalties and legalities | |
| Even though I don' t think they were meant to be | |
| Purchased on purpose | |
| And maybe we' re supposed to see grass first and then miss it | |
| Excuse me ya' ll | |
| Sometimes my tense it gets terse | |
| Cuz shit it pisses me off | |
| Like niggas fallin' off did Coerced! | |
| And oh! the shit is so perverse | |
| And I didn' t wanna be bothered with you or your smirk in the first | |
| And it' s probably best for everybody | |
| Involved including the verse of course | |
| If we all just word to thought | |
| Cut short |
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