| Song | Smack |
| Artist | Ugly Duckling |
| Album | Bang For The Buck |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cooper, McFarland, Pleasant | |
| Watch out! Here it comes (*4X*) | |
| [Verse One] | |
| Hold it right there, your attention folks | |
| We came here - to fulfill your hopes | |
| But you better WATCH OUT, it might get ugly | |
| Cause you my friend are beginnin to bug me | |
| So here's a little smack, goin back to the grill again | |
| Hit you in the hat like Skipper did Gilligan | |
| So get back, before I snap like a Kit Kat | |
| And pop you in the mouth, quicker than a Tic Tac | |
| Bif bam BOOM like a Batman fight scene | |
| You defeatin U.D. that was a pipe dream | |
| Kickin you around like a hackeysack | |
| With the beats and the raps that be action packed | |
| I'm ready to go, I got my foot on the petrol | |
| And if you didn't know I steal the show like a klepto | |
| I grew up, with the love for rap | |
| But this is combat and you're about to get smacked | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I think I gotta think I gotta think I gotta hit'cha {*4X*} | |
| Like SMACK~! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, get off the crack or | |
| SLAP~! You needed that | |
| We'll teach you how to act, when we go | |
| SMACK~! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, you better step back or | |
| SLAP~! You needed that | |
| We'll teach you how to act | |
| When we go smack | |
| {*"Hit hard like the heavyweight champ"*} | |
| {*"I'll put you in your place"*} {*"Like SMACK" - Guru*} | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| We used to call them perpetrators | |
| But now if you do they'll say you're a hater | |
| Well it's true, cause I hate you | |
| And all of that hogwash that you do | |
| You, jiggy rappers are a lie and disgrace | |
| So I'm runnin up, comin with the pie in your face | |
| Cause you pose and blow kisses, your image is fictitious | |
| Hot junk, but you're a punk like Sid Vicious | |
| I was born six o'clock on the dot, ready to rock | |
| Took one look at the doc and then I blew up the spot | |
| I move the crowd like I called in a bomb threat | |
| You're nervous, I see your knees shakin, your palms sweat | |
| I come equipped with explosiveness | |
| So know the risk, or you gon' get blown to bits | |
| On the microphone I'm dangerous as Defcon 3 | |
| And you'll find out, you never shoulda slept on me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| {*more scratches*} | |
| [Chorus] | |
| That's right | |
| This one's goin out to all you cats | |
| Wearin retro jerseys with matchin hats and too much jewelry | |
| Rockin that gangster pop ringtone rap | |
| Watch out, yeah, you might get SMACKED~! | |
| Mmm, in the place |
| zuo qu : Cooper, McFarland, Pleasant | |
| Watch out! Here it comes 4X | |
| Verse One | |
| Hold it right there, your attention folks | |
| We came here to fulfill your hopes | |
| But you better WATCH OUT, it might get ugly | |
| Cause you my friend are beginnin to bug me | |
| So here' s a little smack, goin back to the grill again | |
| Hit you in the hat like Skipper did Gilligan | |
| So get back, before I snap like a Kit Kat | |
| And pop you in the mouth, quicker than a Tic Tac | |
| Bif bam BOOM like a Batman fight scene | |
| You defeatin U. D. that was a pipe dream | |
| Kickin you around like a hackeysack | |
| With the beats and the raps that be action packed | |
| I' m ready to go, I got my foot on the petrol | |
| And if you didn' t know I steal the show like a klepto | |
| I grew up, with the love for rap | |
| But this is combat and you' re about to get smacked | |
| Chorus | |
| I think I gotta think I gotta think I gotta hit' cha 4X | |
| Like SMACK! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, get off the crack or | |
| SLAP! You needed that | |
| We' ll teach you how to act, when we go | |
| SMACK! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, you better step back or | |
| SLAP! You needed that | |
| We' ll teach you how to act | |
| When we go smack | |
| " Hit hard like the heavyweight champ" | |
| " I' ll put you in your place" " Like SMACK" Guru | |
| Verse Two | |
| We used to call them perpetrators | |
| But now if you do they' ll say you' re a hater | |
| Well it' s true, cause I hate you | |
| And all of that hogwash that you do | |
| You, jiggy rappers are a lie and disgrace | |
| So I' m runnin up, comin with the pie in your face | |
| Cause you pose and blow kisses, your image is fictitious | |
| Hot junk, but you' re a punk like Sid Vicious | |
| I was born six o' clock on the dot, ready to rock | |
| Took one look at the doc and then I blew up the spot | |
| I move the crowd like I called in a bomb threat | |
| You' re nervous, I see your knees shakin, your palms sweat | |
| I come equipped with explosiveness | |
| So know the risk, or you gon' get blown to bits | |
| On the microphone I' m dangerous as Defcon 3 | |
| And you' ll find out, you never shoulda slept on me | |
| Chorus | |
| more scratches | |
| Chorus | |
| That' s right | |
| This one' s goin out to all you cats | |
| Wearin retro jerseys with matchin hats and too much jewelry | |
| Rockin that gangster pop ringtone rap | |
| Watch out, yeah, you might get SMACKED! | |
| Mmm, in the place |
| zuò qǔ : Cooper, McFarland, Pleasant | |
| Watch out! Here it comes 4X | |
| Verse One | |
| Hold it right there, your attention folks | |
| We came here to fulfill your hopes | |
| But you better WATCH OUT, it might get ugly | |
| Cause you my friend are beginnin to bug me | |
| So here' s a little smack, goin back to the grill again | |
| Hit you in the hat like Skipper did Gilligan | |
| So get back, before I snap like a Kit Kat | |
| And pop you in the mouth, quicker than a Tic Tac | |
| Bif bam BOOM like a Batman fight scene | |
| You defeatin U. D. that was a pipe dream | |
| Kickin you around like a hackeysack | |
| With the beats and the raps that be action packed | |
| I' m ready to go, I got my foot on the petrol | |
| And if you didn' t know I steal the show like a klepto | |
| I grew up, with the love for rap | |
| But this is combat and you' re about to get smacked | |
| Chorus | |
| I think I gotta think I gotta think I gotta hit' cha 4X | |
| Like SMACK! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, get off the crack or | |
| SLAP! You needed that | |
| We' ll teach you how to act, when we go | |
| SMACK! You make me laugh | |
| Talkin that way, you better step back or | |
| SLAP! You needed that | |
| We' ll teach you how to act | |
| When we go smack | |
| " Hit hard like the heavyweight champ" | |
| " I' ll put you in your place" " Like SMACK" Guru | |
| Verse Two | |
| We used to call them perpetrators | |
| But now if you do they' ll say you' re a hater | |
| Well it' s true, cause I hate you | |
| And all of that hogwash that you do | |
| You, jiggy rappers are a lie and disgrace | |
| So I' m runnin up, comin with the pie in your face | |
| Cause you pose and blow kisses, your image is fictitious | |
| Hot junk, but you' re a punk like Sid Vicious | |
| I was born six o' clock on the dot, ready to rock | |
| Took one look at the doc and then I blew up the spot | |
| I move the crowd like I called in a bomb threat | |
| You' re nervous, I see your knees shakin, your palms sweat | |
| I come equipped with explosiveness | |
| So know the risk, or you gon' get blown to bits | |
| On the microphone I' m dangerous as Defcon 3 | |
| And you' ll find out, you never shoulda slept on me | |
| Chorus | |
| more scratches | |
| Chorus | |
| That' s right | |
| This one' s goin out to all you cats | |
| Wearin retro jerseys with matchin hats and too much jewelry | |
| Rockin that gangster pop ringtone rap | |
| Watch out, yeah, you might get SMACKED! | |
| Mmm, in the place |