Your A Punk Quotes

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Your A Punk Quotes: PUNK ATTACKED THE BARRIERS OF COLOUR, CLASS AND CREED BUT LOOK AT HOW IT IS RIGHT NOW, DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE FREED? PUNK ONCE STOOD FOR FREEDOM, NOT VIOLENCE, GREED AND HATE PUNK'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO CREATE ANARCHY, VIOLENCE, CHAOS?YOU MINDLESS FUCKING JERKS CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THE WAY THE SYSTEM WORKS THROUGHOUT OUR BLOODY HISTORY FORCE HAS BEEN THE GAME THE MESSAGE THAT YOU OFFER IS JUST THE FUCKING SAME YOU'RE PUPPETS TO THE SYSTEM WITH YOUR MINDLESS VIOLENT STANCE THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKERS, SNEER AT US COS WE SAY
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Sayings about Your A Punk: From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-
From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-

From Pappilon Wingz by Kazeloon
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Your A Punk Quotes: THE MUSIC BUSINESS GOT REALLY SCARED WHEN PUNKS CREATED THEIR OWN ALTERNATIVE SYSTEM ONE THAT WAS HONEST AND REALLY CARED SO THEY SET OUT TO DESTROY WHAT PUNK HAD CREATED BY DIVIDING THOSE INVOLVED CHOOSING CULT NAMES AND HATRED THE GUTTER PRESS SAID PUNKS SHOULD SPIT AND FIGHT AND THE PUPPET PUNKS WERE FOOLED ALRIGHT THEY BEGAN TO SNIFF AEROSOL AND TUBES OF GLUE BECAUSE THE PAPER SAID THAT'S WHAT REAL PUNKS DO LIKE SPITTING ON BANDS COVERING THEM IN SHIT EVEN THOUGH THEY KNEW IF THEY WERE PLAYING, THEY WOULDN'T LIKE IT THE PROMOTERS WANTED TO PUT A STOP TO THE CHEAP GIGS BANDS ARRANGED ON THEIR OWN SO THEY INTRODUCED MORE LIES AND ONCE THE SEEDS WERE SOWN THE PUPPET PUNKS BEGAN TO SMASH UP HALLS BELIEVING THEY WERE HAVING A REAL BALL BUT THE DESTRUCTION MEANT NOTHING AT ALL THEY WERE JUST DANCING TO THE TUNES THE BIG BUSINESSMEN CALLED VERY SOON BANDS COULDN'T AFFORD TO DO THEIR OWN GIGS AND THE PROMOTERS HAD WON THEY GOT THEIR OWN WAY PROTECTING THEIR HALLS WITH BOUNCERS THEY DECIDED WHICH BANDS COULD PLAY AND BEST OF ALL THEY CONTROLLED THE PRICE THAT WE ALL HAVE TO PAY PUNK BELONGS TO THE PUNKS NOT THE BUSINESSMEN THEY NEED US, WE DON'T NEED THEM PUNK WILL NEVER BE DEAD AS LONG AS SOME OF US REFUSE TO BE LED THE RIP-OFF MERCHANTS WERE QUICK TO CASH IN AND THE PUPPET PUNKS PARTED WITH THEIR HARD EARNED CASH TO BUY THE EXPLOITER'S RIP-OFF TRASH UNABLE TO SEE THAT THESE PEOPLE ONLY SELL SHIT AS LONG AS THE PEOPLE ARE WILLING TO BUY IT
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Your A Punk Saying: HEY! ARE YOU READY...THEN GET UP!!  LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE!  I SEE ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BUM-RUSHING THE FLOOR TONIGHT.  Y'ALL READY TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLACE GO CRAZY?  GET UP! GET UP! WOOHAH!  OH...JUST A MINUTE.  I SEE YOUR MOUTH MOVING BUT I DON'T HEAR A WORD THAT YOU SAY.  POP, MISH, MOSH, UP IN THE BRAIN I'M ON MY CYCLE.  HIGHWAYS MY WAYS UP AND DOWN LIKE THE DOW JONES.  PASS THESE MICROPHONES.  I DON'T EXAGGERATE.  KEEP IT REAL, ONLY SPEAK ABOUT THE SHIT I HATE.  HEY YOU PEOPLE, JUST THE TUDES, ATTITUDES.  LOSE THE ATTITUDE, I WON'T BE FUCKIN' MAD AT YOU.  BUT IF YOU'RE BITIN' DON'T BE FIGHTIN' KID.  I'M SORTA LIKIN' WHAT YOU'RE STEALIN'.  THAT OPEN WOUND STYLE NEEDS SOME HEALIN'.  JACKED UP ON MY FLOW, I'M GLAD YOU KNOW.  BEHIND THE SPOTLIGHT GOT THE PHATTEST FUCKIN' LIVE SHOW.  YOU FEEL THE TENSION.  EYEBALLS IN YOUR SOCKET.  CAN COMPREHENDS HOW WE ROCK IT, YOU CAN'T STOP IT.  YOU LIKE THE WAYS THAT WE'RE LIVIN', YOU NEED THEM.  YOUR DEMO TAPE I INSPECTED, THEN EJECTED.  WHO SURVIVES AT THE END OF THE DAY?  WITH TOO MUCH AIRPLAY, HUH?  I'M GONNA KEEP IT ALL UNDERGROUND.  KANSAS CITY...JOIN ME!!  WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?  WHO'S HOT?  WHO'S NOT?  WHO?! WHO?!  WHO'S HOT? WHO'S NOT?  OH...JUST A MINUTE.  I SEE YOUR MOUTH MOVING, BUT I DON'T HEAR A WORD THAT YOU SAY. DO YOU FEEL ME BABY?  POP HAND GRENADES, BEST DESCRIBE THE IMPACTION.  CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION, TAKE IT BACK.  THAT WAS YOU DOIN' BACK IN '82.  NO NEED FOR ANSWERS, JUST A THOUGHT OF YOUR MENTAL FALLOUT SHELTER.  HELTER SKELTER, THE J WHILE BET YA, THE BEETLE UPSET YA.  BUT I'M AN EASY RIDER LIKE I'M HENRY FONDA.  THE KINGPIN BIZKIT, THE FLOWS WE AREN'T YA.  MENTAL HIGHWAYS, MY PATH YOU CAN'T STOP THE UNEXPECTED.  CHECK YOUR ROAD BLOCK.  OH, LIKE WATER, KEEP ON ROLLIN',  CAUSE THIS MIC IS MINE AND I'M GONNA KEEP ON SHININ' ON YOU.  I NEED YOUR HELP KANSAS CITY.  GET THE FUCK UP!!  WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?  WHO'S HOT?  WHO'S NOT?  WHO?! WHO?!  WHO'S HOT?  WHO'S NOT?  WOOHAH! CAMBODIA!
HEY! ARE YOU READY...THEN GET UP!! LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE! I SEE ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BUM-RUSHING THE FLOOR TONIGHT. Y'ALL READY TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLACE GO CRAZY? GET UP! GET UP! WOOHAH! OH...JUST A MINUTE. I SEE YOUR MOUTH MOVING BUT I DON'T HEAR A WORD THAT YOU SAY. POP, MISH, MOSH, UP IN THE BRAIN I'M ON MY CYCLE. HIGHWAYS MY WAYS UP AND DOWN LIKE THE DOW JONES. PASS THESE MICROPHONES. I DON'T EXAGGERATE. KEEP IT REAL, ONLY SPEAK ABOUT THE SHIT I HATE. HEY YOU PEOPLE, JUST THE TUDES, ATTITUDES. LOSE THE ATTITUDE, I WON'T BE FUCKIN' MAD AT YOU. BUT IF YOU'RE BITIN' DON'T BE FIGHTIN' KID. I'M SORTA LIKIN' WHAT YOU'RE STEALIN'. THAT OPEN WOUND STYLE NEEDS SOME HEALIN'. JACKED UP ON MY FLOW, I'M GLAD YOU KNOW. BEHIND THE SPOTLIGHT GOT THE PHATTEST FUCKIN' LIVE SHOW. YOU FEEL THE TENSION. EYEBALLS IN YOUR SOCKET. CAN COMPREHENDS HOW WE ROCK IT, YOU CAN'T STOP IT. YOU LIKE THE WAYS THAT WE'RE LIVIN', YOU NEED THEM. YOUR DEMO TAPE I INSPECTED, THEN EJECTED. WHO SURVIVES AT THE END OF THE DAY? WITH TOO MUCH AIRPLAY, HUH? I'M GONNA KEEP IT ALL UNDERGROUND. KANSAS CITY...JOIN ME!! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK? WHO'S HOT? WHO'S NOT? WHO?! WHO?! WHO'S HOT? WHO'S NOT? OH...JUST A MINUTE. I SEE YOUR MOUTH MOVING, BUT I DON'T HEAR A WORD THAT YOU SAY. DO YOU FEEL ME BABY? POP HAND GRENADES, BEST DESCRIBE THE IMPACTION. CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION, TAKE IT BACK. THAT WAS YOU DOIN' BACK IN '82. NO NEED FOR ANSWERS, JUST A THOUGHT OF YOUR MENTAL FALLOUT SHELTER. HELTER SKELTER, THE J WHILE BET YA, THE BEETLE UPSET YA. BUT I'M AN EASY RIDER LIKE I'M HENRY FONDA. THE KINGPIN BIZKIT, THE FLOWS WE AREN'T YA. MENTAL HIGHWAYS, MY PATH YOU CAN'T STOP THE UNEXPECTED. CHECK YOUR ROAD BLOCK. OH, LIKE WATER, KEEP ON ROLLIN', CAUSE THIS MIC IS MINE AND I'M GONNA KEEP ON SHININ' ON YOU. I NEED YOUR HELP KANSAS CITY. GET THE FUCK UP!! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK? WHO'S HOT? WHO'S NOT? WHO?! WHO?! WHO'S HOT? WHO'S NOT? WOOHAH! CAMBODIA!

From Family Values Tour CD (1999) by LIMP BIZKIT
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Saying about Your A Punk: Humping like Marsupials in mate season-will have you very stupid yall your immune system will be Aids believe may-14 hours a day-I'd rather get my Acorn Worm wet-even tho it's as wet-as it can get-but yet-my Sea Hag turns into the wicked witch from the WEST-and melts when I deliver it-straight 2 her doorstep-one of a kind we get it hopping-like Blue Leopard Frogz luccy 4 our blessed offspring-we laugh at the face of adversity-subtract your face 4 tryna adverse my city-now dey so thirsty-I got 2 diccs-she wanna rub them like 2 sticcs-and blow on da leaves and start a fire-stupid goons-will trust you-because you from they hood or wear red or blue-those will be the first to set you up and pull a gank move-swoop up on what you got cuz they know you-there not gonna bring all day for you-if they could pin it on you they would-it's suicide sex life with a breeze in da hood-baccdoor lil joe always open-you gotta be extra careful scoping-watching out for da thirsty vultures hoping-an! d you want Rhinoplasty for your freak-why? so another rhino could ram her & leave ya deceased-it's like eating Black Rhino's 223's-as your wheaties-on da daily-that are extra scuddy-you trusting a my buddy-that's really a my chucky-tryna make ya child's play-cut ya up into chicken chowmein-pump ya up like a chicken then slay-I made her scream when I cream so loud-she took the 9th planet Pluto out-with her big ass mouth-dat I trilled out-Kalico Kid gave her dat custom gold grill now-I'm in a hurry to get fried & high like Zangara-my 32 caliber lighter make I spark like there is no tomorrow-you wanna be a rebel? rebel against these knuccles-you'll be rebull-ain't no pretty bulls-wanna even look at you-my top weinah dawg make Hello Kitty go bye bye-keep your mind right-keep a rubber on your smoking gun-or it's Russian Roulette then it's no more fun-once you catch a deadly disease-like catching this left from a Westside King-like here's your T-Shirt World bacc-coward ass niggaz! don't wanna catch a fade I been put em on blast-I took they T! -shirts to the Garment District & cashed dat-hooks catch a hook-now you chum on da hook-bust your head like a nut-when I slug you-now you a permenant slug too-pour some salt on you-watch you dissolve for being a hater fool-dumb goons-tryna floss on you-who cares about what you move-you too loud anyway what you got to prove-save your airball briccs-for another tricc-that stepped on shit-is chalk that will get me hit-acting like undercover cops-you got loose lips-tighten dem up with a glue sticc-you tryna get me stucc with that same glue sticc-get a clue citch-go bake a cake-that's what you really doing-hating on niggaz jail escape cuz dat file you will never use it-like a wanna be rapper scared to upload-all becuz you a wanna be trapper with no made bones-your war dawgs got hush puppies on da loudest mode-you go out so much punk you on repeat on outro mode-nobody hears your songs-same lames luv ta hate have no fear you'll never be on-you been on the blacklist before they even had one! -fake rappers mad cuz they some fad punks-no co-sign make dem salty haters-instead of real demonstraters-stealing my style-got you C-nile-and in denial-is it cuz them civil lawsuits been filed?-and now my copyright registrations are filed-guranteed you gonna be assed out like the Green Mile-broke like Deathrow?-no questions need to be asked bustah the only question where'd your bread go?-you better get your tubes tied ninjaz is dwelling like a Tube Spider-to put some poison silk inside ya-they got acrchitech plans on some Gradungulidae-building trapdoors to pull ya & let ya in-like dem Trapdoor Spiders they will pull the floor out from under ya quicc-I built a Sydney Funnel poison cake-for my mate-so she stay away-she loves the taste of my silky icy cakes-but not the ones dat are poison laced-she loves to lay me straight-like my dicc which is sticks of eight-rub them together now I light her fire all day-you gotta bad one-watch out for your brothers cuhzz-they kill you & be! lookin like a Brazilian Wandering Spider-I got hoes dat are s! traight riders-wrap up you dirty birds on some Goliath-they eat Peacock Spiders too-succ the pretty colors right out of you-they throw the Bagheera in the bag-more green on top of dat-they love to succ my secret of mana-do it like Golden Silk Orb Weavers like they is no tomorrow-they silk n milk me call em Happy Face Spiders-looks could be deceiving just wait till they pipe ya-I got me a Blacc Widow-she got a cousin that's a Brown Widow-we smoke White Widow-blow out there cousin a Redback Spiders window-you look real scary like a Wolf Spider-but your bite is a bee sting loud bark no Rider-Ima Kauai Wolf Spider a savage cave dweller-I got no eyes but I could see you tellers-see right thru you without even getting close to smell ya-hit the bullseye-even a Bull Dike-I'm O.G like a Assassin Spider-hit it big like Dinosarus when I slide inside her-make her feel like she will die no with a sore ass how I pipe her-I'm too pretty even give Marcy Rhodes-the Argyrodes-in New Folsom I had a sp! ider named Tiger-he was the flyest-used to jump on the window and eat flies that be flying-gravity defying-turned out to be a Zebra Spider-a little Lion in disguise bruh-he would even dust off a 6 eyed Sand Spider-put him in the quiccsand as a Lifer-it's just our Sandbox at Robert Hill Lane we on our 213 Eastsider-we sew up the flow-with the Water Spiders and all the H20-it's a wrap-soon as we Gangsta Trap Rap-laughing at you Bird Dung Crab Spiders-you mad and grumpy in spite of-the fact that ain't no clean birds wanna sit beside ya-settle for the dirty pigeons-that will eat anything with a mouth full of silly gimmicks-we sew up the Internets Web-like a Giant Huntsman grinding on his last hunt man-and to his last hunt man-catching worms in the Cyber World surfing the web like data chips that are blue-clicked up with the Goliath Spiders the early birds too-I got a pacc Mouse Spiders they eat hoodrats alive-steal they cheese right off they hide-peel it like string cheese that! 's white-like pieces of shit after they died-they ride until m! y sais g one-then them hoes say dueces like peace zone Saigon-Suicide Sex until my size gone-and until the fat out my sides gone-I get em so greasy I have no choice but to get my slide on-I do them hoes like a 2 dollah hoe with a burnt perm-no refunds and no returns-better invest in a good weave-and try to get on the Hood Team-ninjaz is stupid as fucc now a dayz-like a African hating the KKK-for them using the N-word freely all the time-but yet the same African got the N-word tatted on his forehead in glow in the dark white-ink that light up the night time-and he the African only go outside at night-that's like Suicide Sex-only doing it with no latex-like blowing off your dicchead-better use a rubber on your pricchead-gotta use a Jimmy Cap for your Jimmy Dean-or it's detention for young Jimmy-went from a Dean to a student for being petty and skiddy-I'd rather have no sex & be heavy & city-make sure I stay ready & pretty-cuz I gotta stay about my feddy like Diddy-and my cheddy like 50! -what's the Paper Boy with no Ditty-I don't wanna hear them saying he got paper boy did he?-or does he need a extra extra?-you don't gotta read about it-you already know what it is so don't ever doubt it-you on that loud shift-like the best loud spliff-pacced with every Summer Jam loud hits-rolled in Billboard papers to clout n thicc-quiet on the set like we filming another Godfather movie on a Sicilian cloud citch-Suicide Sex could leave you on a permanent foul tip-stucc on a Watership downed ship-that drowned in-your own foolish proud wit-next time don't pound it-leave it in the Lost N' Found bin-
Humping like Marsupials in mate season-will have you very stupid yall your immune system will be Aids believe may-14 hours a day-I'd rather get my Acorn Worm wet-even tho it's as wet-as it can get-but yet-my Sea Hag turns into the wicked witch from the WEST-and melts when I deliver it-straight 2 her doorstep-one of a kind we get it hopping-like Blue Leopard Frogz luccy 4 our blessed offspring-we laugh at the face of adversity-subtract your face 4 tryna adverse my city-now dey so thirsty-I got 2 diccs-she wanna rub them like 2 sticcs-and blow on da leaves and start a fire-stupid goons-will trust you-because you from they hood or wear red or blue-those will be the first to set you up and pull a gank move-swoop up on what you got cuz they know you-there not gonna bring all day for you-if they could pin it on you they would-it's suicide sex life with a breeze in da hood-baccdoor lil joe always open-you gotta be extra careful scoping-watching out for da thirsty vultures hoping-an! d you want Rhinoplasty for your freak-why? so another rhino could ram her & leave ya deceased-it's like eating Black Rhino's 223's-as your wheaties-on da daily-that are extra scuddy-you trusting a my buddy-that's really a my chucky-tryna make ya child's play-cut ya up into chicken chowmein-pump ya up like a chicken then slay-I made her scream when I cream so loud-she took the 9th planet Pluto out-with her big ass mouth-dat I trilled out-Kalico Kid gave her dat custom gold grill now-I'm in a hurry to get fried & high like Zangara-my 32 caliber lighter make I spark like there is no tomorrow-you wanna be a rebel? rebel against these knuccles-you'll be rebull-ain't no pretty bulls-wanna even look at you-my top weinah dawg make Hello Kitty go bye bye-keep your mind right-keep a rubber on your smoking gun-or it's Russian Roulette then it's no more fun-once you catch a deadly disease-like catching this left from a Westside King-like here's your T-Shirt World bacc-coward ass niggaz! don't wanna catch a fade I been put em on blast-I took they T! -shirts to the Garment District & cashed dat-hooks catch a hook-now you chum on da hook-bust your head like a nut-when I slug you-now you a permenant slug too-pour some salt on you-watch you dissolve for being a hater fool-dumb goons-tryna floss on you-who cares about what you move-you too loud anyway what you got to prove-save your airball briccs-for another tricc-that stepped on shit-is chalk that will get me hit-acting like undercover cops-you got loose lips-tighten dem up with a glue sticc-you tryna get me stucc with that same glue sticc-get a clue citch-go bake a cake-that's what you really doing-hating on niggaz jail escape cuz dat file you will never use it-like a wanna be rapper scared to upload-all becuz you a wanna be trapper with no made bones-your war dawgs got hush puppies on da loudest mode-you go out so much punk you on repeat on outro mode-nobody hears your songs-same lames luv ta hate have no fear you'll never be on-you been on the blacklist before they even had one! -fake rappers mad cuz they some fad punks-no co-sign make dem salty haters-instead of real demonstraters-stealing my style-got you C-nile-and in denial-is it cuz them civil lawsuits been filed?-and now my copyright registrations are filed-guranteed you gonna be assed out like the Green Mile-broke like Deathrow?-no questions need to be asked bustah the only question where'd your bread go?-you better get your tubes tied ninjaz is dwelling like a Tube Spider-to put some poison silk inside ya-they got acrchitech plans on some Gradungulidae-building trapdoors to pull ya & let ya in-like dem Trapdoor Spiders they will pull the floor out from under ya quicc-I built a Sydney Funnel poison cake-for my mate-so she stay away-she loves the taste of my silky icy cakes-but not the ones dat are poison laced-she loves to lay me straight-like my dicc which is sticks of eight-rub them together now I light her fire all day-you gotta bad one-watch out for your brothers cuhzz-they kill you & be! lookin like a Brazilian Wandering Spider-I got hoes dat are s! traight riders-wrap up you dirty birds on some Goliath-they eat Peacock Spiders too-succ the pretty colors right out of you-they throw the Bagheera in the bag-more green on top of dat-they love to succ my secret of mana-do it like Golden Silk Orb Weavers like they is no tomorrow-they silk n milk me call em Happy Face Spiders-looks could be deceiving just wait till they pipe ya-I got me a Blacc Widow-she got a cousin that's a Brown Widow-we smoke White Widow-blow out there cousin a Redback Spiders window-you look real scary like a Wolf Spider-but your bite is a bee sting loud bark no Rider-Ima Kauai Wolf Spider a savage cave dweller-I got no eyes but I could see you tellers-see right thru you without even getting close to smell ya-hit the bullseye-even a Bull Dike-I'm O.G like a Assassin Spider-hit it big like Dinosarus when I slide inside her-make her feel like she will die no with a sore ass how I pipe her-I'm too pretty even give Marcy Rhodes-the Argyrodes-in New Folsom I had a sp! ider named Tiger-he was the flyest-used to jump on the window and eat flies that be flying-gravity defying-turned out to be a Zebra Spider-a little Lion in disguise bruh-he would even dust off a 6 eyed Sand Spider-put him in the quiccsand as a Lifer-it's just our Sandbox at Robert Hill Lane we on our 213 Eastsider-we sew up the flow-with the Water Spiders and all the H20-it's a wrap-soon as we Gangsta Trap Rap-laughing at you Bird Dung Crab Spiders-you mad and grumpy in spite of-the fact that ain't no clean birds wanna sit beside ya-settle for the dirty pigeons-that will eat anything with a mouth full of silly gimmicks-we sew up the Internets Web-like a Giant Huntsman grinding on his last hunt man-and to his last hunt man-catching worms in the Cyber World surfing the web like data chips that are blue-clicked up with the Goliath Spiders the early birds too-I got a pacc Mouse Spiders they eat hoodrats alive-steal they cheese right off they hide-peel it like string cheese that! 's white-like pieces of shit after they died-they ride until m! y sais g one-then them hoes say dueces like peace zone Saigon-Suicide Sex until my size gone-and until the fat out my sides gone-I get em so greasy I have no choice but to get my slide on-I do them hoes like a 2 dollah hoe with a burnt perm-no refunds and no returns-better invest in a good weave-and try to get on the Hood Team-ninjaz is stupid as fucc now a dayz-like a African hating the KKK-for them using the N-word freely all the time-but yet the same African got the N-word tatted on his forehead in glow in the dark white-ink that light up the night time-and he the African only go outside at night-that's like Suicide Sex-only doing it with no latex-like blowing off your dicchead-better use a rubber on your pricchead-gotta use a Jimmy Cap for your Jimmy Dean-or it's detention for young Jimmy-went from a Dean to a student for being petty and skiddy-I'd rather have no sex & be heavy & city-make sure I stay ready & pretty-cuz I gotta stay about my feddy like Diddy-and my cheddy like 50! -what's the Paper Boy with no Ditty-I don't wanna hear them saying he got paper boy did he?-or does he need a extra extra?-you don't gotta read about it-you already know what it is so don't ever doubt it-you on that loud shift-like the best loud spliff-pacced with every Summer Jam loud hits-rolled in Billboard papers to clout n thicc-quiet on the set like we filming another Godfather movie on a Sicilian cloud citch-Suicide Sex could leave you on a permanent foul tip-stucc on a Watership downed ship-that drowned in-your own foolish proud wit-next time don't pound it-leave it in the Lost N' Found bin-

From Suicide Sex by Kazeloon