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Yo, yo
I’m the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer
Banned local bar fighter
Hide your kids, pedophiler
Lowlifer, advise ya
I’m the world’s illest rhyme writer
You play the background, like Casanova Rud
I’m a underground legend, slashin blood
TLC was talkin bout me when they wrote No Scrubs
I’m the shit talking rapper all the dirty hoes love
These little white boy MC’s tryin to be like me Whitey, the first white mc to be grimey
Back when Just-Ice was kickin that
fuck shit ass bitch your mother’s dick shit
That’s when it all started
Walk down the street with a shotgun
Totin’on jackets, trenchcoats
Look like Inspector Gadgets
«Look at that fat fuck over there
A ugly white dude with the big gut and shoulder hair
Look at the clothes he wear, barefoot
No shoes on, you even on?
Smell the odour over there»
Obvious, he don’t care
He’s a Fly guy, hey oh A fly guy, oh oh
«Casanova»
Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy, oh oh «fly… fly»
He’s so fly
Fly guy, hey oh Fly guy, oh oh
«Casanova»
Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy
Ooh, «fly… fly»
It’s the Port Jeff, Long Island house party
Open the door, see the White Trash Army
We? religious, we? with us Lizards, rip the bible
Write our own scriptures
Scripts kitsch fictures, pussy lickers
Tongue blisters, the ol’school five-one-sixers
Opposite of winners, playin slitchers
Hillbilly shit kickers, dick swing like dirt?
In case you not feelin me, do you think that I give a fuck?
You, you, you
Bitch, you can’t front on the pussy, guaranteed that I still get to fuck
You, you, you
You should wise up Ignorant open your eyes up Kidnap tied up, gasoline, match, light up You lied right up Fuck your life up Hate us?, You don’t like us?
Join the club, sign up
I’m a
I’m a husband known for boastin and braggin
babblin, battle rappin, battle me, imagine
Staggerin, battle in the ?, low blow
Hit your blatterin, hammer in your lips, Mick Jaggerin
Imagine everlastin like Jimmy Dean, Marilyn
Gaggin in your mouth, put the barrell in Better be swallowin, you’re scared to be in died
Or take the bullet and bite it And write shit to make the whole world recite it That’s my final answer, I do a Cool J And live my drawers in your hamper
Rugged man’s temper
Dirty this, dirty dick shit
Dirty dick you can’t piss with
Hit dirty bitch with shit
You get pissed of? shit
License to ill, Beastie Boys
I’ma autograph on your bitch tit
Yeah, I’m that guy that you hatin on with that bullshit album
Everybody waitin on, I’m a