[Hook:] All these slimy, grimy women Earth until to make livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World
on the def dick [Chorus: 1x] [All Singing Together] We know we staright take a ho, staright to the mo' And say we Bone we know the place to go Now I
I guess they don't know we playing ourselves, Trump Our nose in the air looking all stopped up This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut You
explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again
bring the beat back Bring it to extension cords Imma measure my dick, shit I need six inches more Fuck my dick's big bitch, need I remind you That I don't need
t what she thought Pee in teacup? Bitch you ain't my keeper I'm sleepin What the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for Slut you need to leave me the fuck
'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts
nigga wit guts, we got guts too More than crazy, only want to outdo you Damn, too late, we going after you Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more than
get popped after all that shit you talk [Kon Artis] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs To grievence and the crying and intimate hugs We
t wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at
ground (??), then the dog in the pound (??), then i'm goin out of town, for the law come around, so we can battle with raps, we can battle gats, matter a fact we
easy to eat it you need to be immediately freezen while you breathen and you'll be leavin in the recieven room in the seat of a jesus you hate on this we
the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon
and Round But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now Yes man As the World Turns We all experience things in life Trials and Tribulations That we all
with motherfuckers thinkin that.. [E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that.. [E] they can do or say whatever they want to us [E] and that we
need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra-mi, but we don
type that 'll drink Kahlua and Gin-throw up on the mic your life is ruined, you get socked right on site and even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
Man I'm tired of bein tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein late for the bus Tired of all be blendin, and endin up datin sluts