Тональность: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
Ayo
Smooth and delicious,
y'all dudes are just bitches
I serve emcees and afterwards
I have 'em doing the dishes
I move with the quickness,
it's not about the jewels or the riches
This is rap calisthenics man,
I do it for fitness
Yeah, I know music's a business
I know 'bout the YouTube views
and the clicks
And the revenues for them bitches
I'm using them bitches to purchase
something super nutritious
For my family like salmon,
we make stew with them fishes
Emcees about to swim with
the schools of the fishes
I'm gluing your pictures to walls and
throwing darts at you and your clique
It's the Wax and Herbal T crew
in this bitch with the shit
F#
Em
That make you bounce like them
hydraulic coupes with the switches
Ya kangaroos are some crickets,
your gang of losers are finished
John Gotti swag, body bag,
bruising and stitches
Ya think I had the flu with
the sickness
I'm spewing, I gotta pull over,
catch me roadside, puking in ditches
Rotten like Johnny from the
group with Sid Vicious
D#
Crews freeze like computers
Ya girl dreams about
D#
removing my britches
Em
And lubing my dick with some lubricant
Using her tits and then
doing exuberant shit
When the fluids emitting it looks like
Elmer's Glue 'cause it sticks
That surprised look on her face
shows how stupid the bitch is
Herbs move crowds like a preacher
with his pews full of Christians
And once again your gang of losers
Verse 2
are finished and that's that
Em
Huh, my crew that shit
D#
Em
Whole crowd so loud
saying do that shit
One, two, three, four, five in this bitch
Can't believe they got the
people so live in this bitch
And that's that
Verse 3
Em
My crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying do that shit
One, two, three, four, five in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people
so live in this bitch
Verse 4
Em
The way I felt when I was writing this tune
It's kind of like huffing a nitrous
balloon on a flight to the moon
Like lightning was striking the room
Like fucking around and trying
to fight Mike Tyson
Couple of rights and you're doomed
Y'all really good at sucking
like Dyson vacuums
I throw your CD in the garbage
for the mice and raccoons
D#
Em
Wack emcees, I don't need a fork
and knife to consume
'Cause all these cotton candy
rappers I could slice with a spoon
D
Em
Ya mama should have took your
life in the womb
I recommend you put a hose to your
tail pipe and siphon the fumes
I got you tripping like as if I laced the
cypher with shrooms
Y'all gotta be high like them witches
taking flights on them brooms
It's like I was biting a prune
'Cause I be dropping mad shit soon,
ass sounding like a bassoon
Herbal T broke joke money trifling,
but soon
I'm trying to see that big cake
like a wife and a groom
Verse 5
And that's that
Em
Huh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying do that shit
One, two, three, four, five in this bitch
Can't believe they got the
people so live in this bitch
And that's that
Verse 6
Em
My crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying do that shit
One, two, three, four, five in this bitch
Can't believe they got the
people so live in this bitch
Outro 1
And that's that
Em
A
Em
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