[Intro] Hey Gordo, why don't you tell us a story? (Oh I don't know) Oh come on {Yeah c'mon Gordo!} Not one of your horror stories okay? I don't wanna hear no horror stories I'm not up for that man
[D-Sisive] I got a nine in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a rhyme in my noggin and baby I'm just dyin to vomit Like lard-ass Hogan at a pie eating contest Boom baba boom, boom baba boom Mic to my lips like Mike on my sneaker tongue You'll never fly, stop pressing on your sneaker pump Emcee murder 'round the clock like Kiefer Suth' 'til I hear the Grim Reaper cuss, "Fuck D enough~!" What a crybaby; so Hatchetface I got the juice now, you catch the taste And I ain't in a rush to leave, so slap thee bass Boom baba boom, boom baba boom He told me that my sentences spewed will never get respect from the youth Bending the truth, wanting to pretend that it's true Like Chris Wallace watching the ending of "Juice" Get it - no? Forget it, so How 'bout that Kanye? WAIT A SECOND, NO You've never seen "Juice" starring Tupac Shakur and 'Pac's dropped off the top of an apartment floor? B.I.G.'s real name is Chris Wallace now and Biggie Smalls and Tupac had a falling out So when 'Pac dies, that makes Biggie Smalls smile And that would have to be before Tupac's demise and after 'Pac got shot in Quad's lobby then blamed Wallace for setting him up for the robbery So what I meant was.. wait, I'm confused Boom baba boom, boom baba boom I ain't buying what you're selling, so save your pitch I'm not 8 so save the Criss Angel tricks David Blaine never levitated dear and Copperfield never made a thing disappear And Roy Hornes tiger ripped his face to pieces so you ain't got shit up those sleeves kid You ain't got a nine in your pocket, you lyin No rhymes in your noggin so don't waste my time tryin to vomit like, lard-ass Hogan at a pie eating contest Boom baba boom...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
