Yo, whattup E? Yo, whattup Starbuck, what's goin' on? Yeah, how you livin'? Yeah, you know just smokin' every day, whassup? Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's wack man Yeah I know, say word All these MC's got diseases Yeah, they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague, baby MC's got delusions of grandeur and such Yeah, man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup Now go make a record and go rob a bank Now you got Cool C-itis to thank Copped that advance but lost that check Must be due to Alzheimer's onset Go up in the label, when honies start feelin' ya Hobbes you better catch some R felia And female rappers don't have a chance Need flow augmentation and mic implants Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead? Caught half-steppin' 'cause she got a peg leg Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it? That's 'cause, girl, was lactose intolerant Smoke with E, you gonna have fun Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs Try and spit but nothin' comes out Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason You with wifey dog, get a car from Sonya It's likely you'll catch Nokia phobia You shiverin' from ice, hold a mic device It's most certainly some rappers frostbite Go up in the club, in moderation 'Cause online you be catchin' Peter Geisha'n impatient Ha ha, rollin' trees, only got seeds Man's puffin' crystals, green with envy Rhymin' for the loot, to get some mass You a prime candidate for a heart bypass You online, think you the dopest Geek caught a case of wack Internet-a-tosis Startin' rumors, check the tabloids Caught a Blaze haze, maybe source hemorrhoids Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment At a show catch a microphone impalement This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason Scrub your hands fifty times and wash the smut odor Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder Up I got downers, down I got uppers Now chuggin' Pedia, sure for fuckin' suppper Step to E, no microphone contest Soon learn about inferiority complex I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix Till Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix Now I'll supply prescriptions Come to the motherfuckin' spot, if you havin' wack visions Writers block? Just can't flow? Hit you off with a double mic hydro You goin' gold if you got the patience Son, check in you got rap hallucinations The surgeon, wack MC's I carve up Hip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason This be a list of hip-hop's diseases Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin' Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin' Head's too big, stab you up for no reason Yeah, E, I don't know I still don't think they know Smut Peddlers, Cage, in the house Mighty Mi, in the house Yes, indeed all the dirty people, in the house Yo, you better go get checked Go to the clinic, 'cause you got somethin' Don't say you got nothin' 'Cause we're all diseased, right © BUDDE SONGS INC; EONIC VERBAL TUNES; FIGS D MUSIC, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com