Lyrical Molestation Lyrics
| Song | Lyrical Molestation |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Anuthatantrum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carr, Combs, Da Brat, Dupri ... | |
| They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic | |
| Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics | |
| I got hairs on my funk and | |
| I didn't flunk diaper rash | |
| I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary | |
| Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary | |
| Give me the mic and watch me slay | |
| Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off ? | |
| Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged | |
| Pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I'll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly [Da Brat] | |
| In the beginning | |
| I was bout it slid in and we write it | |
| This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit | |
| Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas | |
| With a name like | |
| Brat exotic cars and large bank figures | |
| A high rank nigga shop squat taker | |
| Maker of some hot shit lose | |
| Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose | |
| Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch | |
| Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say | |
| I'm just too much consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka | |
| Private chopper live and die hip hopper | |
| With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up | |
| And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit | |
| I'm tryna pack and stack shit | |
| To continue to make phat shit [Chorus:] [Biggie] "And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place" | |
| And when Da | |
| Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe | |
| To live my whole life lavish | |
| I lust plus crushin' | |
| Competitions a must everytime | |
| I bust [x2] [Da Brat] | |
| I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often | |
| Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften | |
| Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily | |
| Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady | |
| Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics | |
| Livin' trife and lavish | |
| Ms. Harris with 25 karats | |
| To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll the swish and burn it slow cats me know | |
| Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus | |
| Once I was the brokest bitch now | |
| I bought the dopest shit | |
| The poker | |
| Chips get place on the misses with ? | |
| To shoot hits | |
| Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper | |
| Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins [Chorus] [Da Brat:] | |
| If you consider yourself to be a competitor the object of the game is to bury ya | |
| Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area | |
| Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated | |
| To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation | |
| Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit | |
| To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute | |
| Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch | |
| Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six | |
| Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like | |
| China why you fucking wit pure dough | |
| Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know | |
| Brat take without askin | |
| Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know [Man Talking] | |
| Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition made some motherfucker before the first admission | |
| Gets to a centamout and | |
| I sipped fout | |
| Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain | |
| Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz | |
| I gotta get higher into the mantic | |
| Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool | |
| All the slackin' rappers | |
| I pack I pack a bag | |
| I travel to the peninsula with the posy | |
| I peep over the edge | |
| Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge | |
| To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord | |
| You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it | |
| Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically | |
| In front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I'll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly |
| zuo ci : Carr, Combs, Da Brat, Dupri ... | |
| They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic | |
| Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics | |
| I got hairs on my funk and | |
| I didn' t flunk diaper rash | |
| I' m hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary | |
| Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a pfunk dictionary | |
| Give me the mic and watch me slay | |
| Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off ? | |
| Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged | |
| Pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I' ll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly Da Brat | |
| In the beginning | |
| I was bout it slid in and we write it | |
| This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn' t even thinking bout hit | |
| Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas | |
| With a name like | |
| Brat exotic cars and large bank figures | |
| A high rank nigga shop squat taker | |
| Maker of some hot shit lose | |
| Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose | |
| Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch | |
| Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say | |
| I' m just too much consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka | |
| Private chopper live and die hip hopper | |
| With the platinum touch that' s what the fuck up | |
| And I ain' t tryna pack and slack shit | |
| I' m tryna pack and stack shit | |
| To continue to make phat shit Chorus: Biggie " And niggas know.. the lyrical molestin is takin place" | |
| And when Da | |
| Brat is in your area your shit ain' t safe | |
| To live my whole life lavish | |
| I lust plus crushin' | |
| Competitions a must everytime | |
| I bust x2 Da Brat | |
| I' m livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don' t shine often | |
| Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften | |
| Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily | |
| Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady | |
| Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics | |
| Livin' trife and lavish | |
| Ms. Harris with 25 karats | |
| To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll the swish and burn it slow cats me know | |
| Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus | |
| Once I was the brokest bitch now | |
| I bought the dopest shit | |
| The poker | |
| Chips get place on the misses with ? | |
| To shoot hits | |
| Chi town' s windy city creeper weed keeper | |
| Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins Chorus Da Brat: | |
| If you consider yourself to be a competitor the object of the game is to bury ya | |
| Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area | |
| Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated | |
| To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation | |
| Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit | |
| To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute | |
| Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch | |
| Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six | |
| Admit it I' m da type to get addicted to like | |
| China why you fucking wit pure dough | |
| Tonight' s da night we all get high niggas know | |
| Brat take without askin | |
| Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know Man Talking | |
| Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition made some motherfucker before the first admission | |
| Gets to a centamout and | |
| I sipped fout | |
| Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain | |
| Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz | |
| I gotta get higher into the mantic | |
| Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool | |
| All the slackin' rappers | |
| I pack I pack a bag | |
| I travel to the peninsula with the posy | |
| I peep over the edge | |
| Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge | |
| To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord | |
| You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it | |
| Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically | |
| In front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I' ll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly |
| zuò cí : Carr, Combs, Da Brat, Dupri ... | |
| They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic | |
| Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics | |
| I got hairs on my funk and | |
| I didn' t flunk diaper rash | |
| I' m hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary | |
| Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a pfunk dictionary | |
| Give me the mic and watch me slay | |
| Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off ? | |
| Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged | |
| Pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I' ll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly Da Brat | |
| In the beginning | |
| I was bout it slid in and we write it | |
| This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn' t even thinking bout hit | |
| Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas | |
| With a name like | |
| Brat exotic cars and large bank figures | |
| A high rank nigga shop squat taker | |
| Maker of some hot shit lose | |
| Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose | |
| Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch | |
| Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say | |
| I' m just too much consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka | |
| Private chopper live and die hip hopper | |
| With the platinum touch that' s what the fuck up | |
| And I ain' t tryna pack and slack shit | |
| I' m tryna pack and stack shit | |
| To continue to make phat shit Chorus: Biggie " And niggas know.. the lyrical molestin is takin place" | |
| And when Da | |
| Brat is in your area your shit ain' t safe | |
| To live my whole life lavish | |
| I lust plus crushin' | |
| Competitions a must everytime | |
| I bust x2 Da Brat | |
| I' m livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don' t shine often | |
| Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften | |
| Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily | |
| Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady | |
| Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics | |
| Livin' trife and lavish | |
| Ms. Harris with 25 karats | |
| To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll the swish and burn it slow cats me know | |
| Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus | |
| Once I was the brokest bitch now | |
| I bought the dopest shit | |
| The poker | |
| Chips get place on the misses with ? | |
| To shoot hits | |
| Chi town' s windy city creeper weed keeper | |
| Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins Chorus Da Brat: | |
| If you consider yourself to be a competitor the object of the game is to bury ya | |
| Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area | |
| Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated | |
| To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation | |
| Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit | |
| To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute | |
| Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch | |
| Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six | |
| Admit it I' m da type to get addicted to like | |
| China why you fucking wit pure dough | |
| Tonight' s da night we all get high niggas know | |
| Brat take without askin | |
| Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know Man Talking | |
| Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition made some motherfucker before the first admission | |
| Gets to a centamout and | |
| I sipped fout | |
| Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain | |
| Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz | |
| I gotta get higher into the mantic | |
| Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool | |
| All the slackin' rappers | |
| I pack I pack a bag | |
| I travel to the peninsula with the posy | |
| I peep over the edge | |
| Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge | |
| To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord | |
| You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it | |
| Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically | |
| In front of me | |
| I suppress | |
| I' ll rest of the best of | |
| MCs regularly |
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