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(feat. Kon Artis, Obie Trice) Ha, ha, ha, ha Yo what up, its Essman Spectrogams, my man Kon Artis, Obie Trice, Denaun Porter DJ motherfucking Butter, shit happens That's right, 2000-2001, D-Tweezy [Kon Artis] Knockout blows, mics get torn, out the frame without metronomes Niggaz want money, we send they ass home Without cab fare after my dick get blown The sign says no smoking so we smoke The bill come after we eat so we break out Loudmouth at the lunatic house With a bunch of Looney Tunes that'll go right in your mouth We the reason for split wigs, blood puddles shot up dead Baby momma with no daddys and 8 kids, criticize this Ya'll all can drink elephant piss and eat shit Guess you didn't listen the first time What am I supposed to do, keep wasting my talent on battle raps Fuck that, I do this for Bugz The only battling I do is when I'm shooting up clubs DJ Butter, Obie Trice, shit can happen, D-Twezzy [Obie Trice] Letras de cancionesAye yo I spit through the music equipment I talk shit to your chicks like I was intestines son of a bitch I lay ya flat like Charlie Batch the quarterback Getting sacked by that lineman, we feeling this asscrack O Trice the famed faggot I'm passed that I'm out for the ass cap literally Bust a slug in your right cheek From these verbal tethlon that motherfuckers speak I run the blocks with a slew of freaks That love jacking niggas to accumulate heat Accommodate them bitches with the seats Strip ya car empty sit it on the street I hope ya got ya policy back, no apoligy for that DVD that was snatch, niggas catch wooden bats Loose steel gats, juvenile thugs running up in ya flat Fuckin with us, you need aspirin for the act Its an outcold feeling in hearing ya fibula crack Obie trice and Kon Artis the hardest Regardless, flawless That's why Butter brought us Butt ugly bitches wanna record us And be sugar mommas and take us off the corner Shit happens From Letras Mania