Aceyalone

Feet Upon The Table
hey dude you want me to start, like, four bars up in this shit (yeah, nigga, what, you got dick on your mind or something?) aw nigga fuck you [Riddlore] Hey pussy, listen your hearing aid'll be his ass whipping pussy, your rhyme keeps on slipping go home and gets to trippin pussy, I slow your row with that tampon your flow be misthrown come up out that couch and plant my flag in your neighborhood you got cable, I'm leaving toenail clippings on your table [Vic Hop] now I break lots of crews up who cruise up like they got big nuts what I dig up gets big ups and also blow some wigs up get up for the beat down I'm taking your seat now relaxing my feet up on the coffee table while I floss me labels- fool! Letras de canciones [Aceyalone] I got what the fuck you need and more I'll kick in your door dammit then slam it behind me you'll find me in the bedroom where your kids is at I tell 'em that their daddy's gonna die then give 'em smacks and get some stacks and hit the sofa with a loaf of bread and some chicken backs feet up on the table and your woman in my lap [Ellay Khule] blast off, lift off, wanna twist off the cap the love of my life is the rap the love of your life in my lap leap if your feeling lucky my speech ?? ?? Kermit your walking that style with no leash, do you have a permit? cut it out like some scissors get rollin' like Twizzlers sweets drivin' a big blue up the streets bumpin helluva beats through your weak butt me I gotta maintain my rep, wake up you slept lucky to get slapped, I should have just broke your neck got juice like in a dream, blow up like gasoline when it's lit you battle him and you battle them, but I really don't give a shit ... ... ... <- Rakim ... ... ... ... ... ... ... [Aceyalone] nigga who's you? niggas you's crazy nigga you have things to do yourself and I couldn't help you out by slapping your weed out your mouth pinchin' those jaws nigga you could wiggle these balls I walk into the room and all the ?? rappers pause when the mic is in my claws you wake up in the morning time your puttin in your dra'ws because I'm the first rapper with no flaws and we could draw straws just to see who goes up in your walls [NGA Fish] I... really don't... give a shit I admit it, I'm a screw loose that Chills Vill' I paid one of those bastards to hit you in the left leg with a Louisville broke your shit, never to figure skate my way again what? I'm short and skinny? nigga you tall and fat now give me my pen back I served you once, I'll do it again three-peat and again for pete's sakes when will it end? you're swollowing cement 'til you have no wind [Mark the Murderah] Looking at the incense smoke and hell of a indo ????? I get stoned and then I grab the microphone and show my knuckle bone nothing I see is real I'm walking right through it like fluid forgave method you better drop your weapon or your film at eleven o' clock bop bop through the high top Z my homie's on LSD fightin' LAPD ??'s in the county in his PJs the fat j I pass it to the DJ (Homicide... Homicide... Homicide) I rock the spot, but I ain't shot knocks got glocks so drop my voice box changing dirty socks rainy weather makes me even better summer to winter to spring fall downin' the 8 ball hittin' bunt the blunt but I never strike out of matches like homies with batches of bitches that been ballin' teeth marks on my hits thirty-odd-six when I'm in a fix it's '94, serve you with 92 do what I gotta handle gangsta that's gangsta professional gangsta [Abstract Rude] I do what? I got my feet up on your Mama Mabel's mother's mother's mother's three generation table you know the one, the one you can't put a drink down without a coaster take it up out my holster, slam it on your momma's pride and joy boy you gonna get whippin' shame my momma feel no drama, better not say 'Ab did it' even if you did, kid, she'll say 'Why you let him in the house?' you'll say 'Momma, I wanted to hear what the rap was about I didn't know he would come in the house, take his gun out and run out rappin', sayin' somethin about Mass Men' you don't have to tell anyone see you tommorow... [Chorus] From Letras Mania