Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
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Yo, Peach, what up ?
This is DJ Cutmaster Church.
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A
You know I get about 82 ,000,
Am
A
3 million records in the mail.
I'm gonna only play about,
like, two, man.
Am
What's up with that?
A
There are 8 billion, 2 ,000 white,
Am
they should be on WAC records.
G
I know the industry is wet like an labia.
A
Everybody's crazy, gone hysterical.
G
the whole epic was a miracle.
A
MCs came psycho, tore like Tycho.
Am
Pop pin' that weak shit like Myers,
your crew remind me of a Cheerio
Faug
an old piece of dried up sperm
A
Am
Don't try to mess with me,
G
you rappin' fuckin' germ
A
they call themself Mal Poppa
Am
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I'm entertained watchin'
Am
A
You just a naked man,
you ain't the boss man
Am
I run over panties and heads
A
grab my taste back from Archinova
And stick an enema pipe
G
right into Faith Newman
Am
A
You think I'm Lincoln Abraham
or Harry Truman
G
cum smeared all in your face
Am
F
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You get yours, tell me how it tastes
G
Am
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G
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1 -2 -1 -2,
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copycat sound like my wife
A
You on my boards, kitty style man,
sound like fights
Am
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I'm millin' to night,
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G
you see me stand with Suge Knight
A
You rappers are scared,
now wet rectums get tight
Am
You might as well sing a simple song
A
You wanna be down, put panties on,
I call you Sandy
G
Like Stu, watchin' his back,
yo, that shit is fine
A
Holdin' Memphis, David Burke,
Faug
wonder if that was mine
G
MC's likin' stinkin' ism
A
Am
A
Aw, that stank, put that out,
man, that blunt shit
Am
I'm on some Cundalingas, woman,
your locals won't make it work
Am
G
Ask Monica Lynch about the Flintstones
Am
A
Nig gas still lickin' my dick
A
Am
Who's on wax with pumps
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Lisa Cortez or Ed shoulda called me
Am
Rusta and Leo or Andre
G
know that shit will pour me
naked manna comin' flex
Tired of your anus, wrecked in peace,
G
brothers heads and necks
A
Good rappers lick my ass
before the most famous
You name em' all,
G
I gave abortions with hangers
A
Spread em' easy people, this won't hurt
G
come smear it all in your face
Am
A
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
You get yours,
G
come smear it all in your face
Am
A
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
You get yours,
Am
G
cum smeared all in your face
Am
A
Am
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
You ran the Pete Rock,
professor couldn't save your career
Bb#
G#m
Watch your as s duck it,
Am
G
play me out like Dave Gossett
A
MC's should quit, I signed with Tough City
I left management and Alex
A
I went to Hammer's house,
some people didn't know me
Dave Jacobson was lying,
what the fuck he just told me
Looking back at Tom
Silverman's convention
Am
Money was made and accounted for,
not to mention
A
Laminates don't cost much,
that shit is cheap
Like niggas tryna flirt,
Am
I jack the rapper every week
A
Don't try that handshake shit,
my dick is more legit
You get yours,
G
cum smeared all in your face
A
You puffin' some jive with budget,
tryna stay alive
Suckin' a dick twice,
Am
Savona Kid, Barry Weiss
You like red dirt,
A
but your toothache's alcoholic
Am
A
You get yours,
Am
cum smeared all in your face
A
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
You get yours,
Am
G
cum smeared all in your face
Am
A
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
You get yours,
Am
come smear it all in your face
A
Am
You get yours, tell me how it tastes
A
Bb
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the next, video!!
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