Sickness

歌詞

You don't know how we do things Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit I'ma bust you Gimme that fuckin wrench I'm gonna crack this fuckin kid in the skull Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things You shut the fuck up Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit I'm one of them motherfuckers Don't fuck with me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And continue to bring rhymes Rappers is dime a dozen like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary cracker, I'm a Ritz Step back Jack or collide with two fists Blam!!! To your chin Blam!!! To your skull Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls Rhymes hittin', from here to Reno Pesky like a mosquito Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pachino Wishin' like Skeeto to meet the Beatles Eatin' some Fritos, a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto Chantin' like the Santo Domingo Monks Mortuary, livin close to the cemetary Met a girl named Carrie, she told me she loved me and it's scary Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars Swoopin' down on brothers like they were faaaar better Deal, caps get peeled, raps get dealed and dealt 12 inches keep spinnin, turntables with felt Now give a little cut That's enough 'Cuz I represent a style that's rough, tough And built like a Tonka truck Because I take abuse and keep on Survival of the fittest first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Brisco Combo meal, $2.95 oh what a deal "Would you like that super-sized for 35 cents?" For real? Okay, go 'head, just don't do no hawkin on my bread Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead? "Yes sir. Your total comes to $14.88" Who I'm tryna feed, Michigan state? Can you relate? (Chorus) Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Clap on clap off like the clapper I'm such a hot stepper Drinkin' some Dr. Pepper with my nigga Jed He's the wrecker Microphone check, 1 2 1 2, now tell these muthafuckas what you came to do I came to bring the skills and try to pay the phone bills I saw Jack and Jill doin' the nasty at the top of the hill Comic books and bitches is the shit I dig I don't wanna grow up 'cuz I'm a Toys'r'us kid I get lost in space like Will Robinson, danger Callin' the Dragonzord 'cuz I'm a Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger Hittin' on the scene with karate kicks OD'ing on sugar with the pixie sticks And a big old fat glass of grape kool-aid Chillin' with senior citizens, enjoyin' the shade Stayin' paid, countin' a big old wad of cash Hittin' on the scene like Jumpin' Jack Flash A dash of pepper, Achoo! It made me sneeze Always itchin' my balls like I got some type of fleas Oh baby please, what you sees is what you get A goofball wit long hair growin' wild like a Chia Pet We just met, you know how I come across as I enforce Sweatier than intercourse, spicier than hot sauce Reinforce your lyrics lyricists, 'cuz I'ma smash Takin' your titles and I'm not gon' stop 'til your career crash (Chorus) Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Hickory dickory dock, tell them hoes they better stay off my cock 'Cuz I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block Bad alliance, big giants, House of Krazees runnin' shit for the '96 and then some Representin' mad skills, pay the bills Gotta act, bustin' hands on the dub sack Now tell me who got the ill rhymes Got you toe-tappin' like Gregory Hines, uh I'm runnin' shit like a marathon, I'm stronger than teflon And use my lips for when I get my drink on Well I'm slightly bigger than the average man Got an attitude, I get rude, you disrespect me and I'll split yo wig Knick (Knick) Knack (Knack) Patty-whack, my name is Mr. Bones Dunkin' lyrics in your ears like Eddie Jones You better give it up for the original Individual in disguise, so open your eyes, surprise I fade 'em all like Jamal, I'm standin' tall With my back to the wall, a bad brother like Lou Rawls I'll fold ya, I thought I told ya, gun in the holster Thought patterns run deeper than the minds of Minolta I ain't actin', this ain't no play Been eatin Play-doh and paint chips since I was eight Can you relate? (Chorus) Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit Badder than bad and comin' from Mo-town Blam!!! Very very difficult to fuck wit You don't wanna fuck wit me