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[Mr. Lawnge] Yo! This is a crazy shout out to that nigga MC Hammer We all know he went out and got a new style So we went out and got him a new asshole, you know what I'm saying? Cause we making examples out of bitch niggas for '94 Word up, Black Sheep ain't hearing it no more Now listen Hammer, I could slam ya with grammar you bama Diss you on camera, but then again goddamn I'd be Committing a crime and also wasting my time Yo that shit be worse than trying to battle rhyme a pantomime You can't say shit but dance and look like a dick Save it for your hair cause your rhymes ain't slick, bitch Come on now clown, you ain't down If we were having sex in a circle, you still couldn't fuck around You got some shit on your chest, what are you, nuts? Or could it be that you've been eating too many chicken butts? You popcorn ass rapper, oh, exqueeze me You admitted you couldn't rhyme when you dropped the MC Of your name, I laughed at your fame the minute you came And now you're like your racehorse, dead last, you're mad lame But now I got you like Wanda, I rock your world And have you pulling on my nuts like a fucking squirrel Begging me please, Lawnge stop tandering But it's too late, goddamn I can't stand you man That's why I'm up in your ass like a parasite Letras de cancionesFor me to battle you, that's like you in the Tyson fight No wins, you know you have no friends Because the mic separates the boys from the mens, Hammer Have arrangements made, man eject respect I put your name down, fuck card, I pulled your deck Like Wu-Tang said, you'd best protect your neck Or get wrecked, and you can bet your endorsement check So reneg nigga, you'd better repent And yo you couldn't look hard if Karl Kani gave you cement Instead of his clothes to rock in your videos Nigga you couldn't beat your dick as far as beef goes Hammer, you say you're coming from Oaktown and that's fine So nigga take your ass back like your hairline In any battle you don't want to get stuck with me If I was your bitch you still couldn't fuck me, bitch [Dres] No Stanley, no Stanley I don't give a fuck who you are or who your man be Huh, I'll snatch your capital without a 357, dig No class nigga, I'll kick your ass for two bit What are you stupid, troopid, couldn't be you if this was Balley Nigga, I'll park you quick and faster than your valet Hurt me, Stanley? You'd better hope for better days Chasing my balls like I was the fucking Oakland A's Nigga quit like your staff or feel the wrath Your punk ass couldn't bust a bubble in a bath Huh, I get this right, now you's a racketeer? But nigga you've been ??? you ain't a mackateer Ha, ho, no flow, so nigga won't you quit Shoot heroin on the toilet and still not drop dope shit Huh, it's all deception, I got your number mister You bought helicopters for the cops and tried to play my sister Ass out, your style is about as fly as Piedmont And yo stop claiming Oakland when you're stroking 'em from Friedmont In the dictionary under "sellout" that's where you'll be So roll with Audi for a fucking catastrophe You teenie weenie wearing geanie to bikini Couldn't see me if gazelles came in motherfucking 3-D This is for the Hammer, you bama I'll bust your ass in Alabama, Savanna, Montana, Havana Goddamn, my often Lifestyles fuck you I bust you keep the pistol cause no one would fucking miss you You suck! I don't give a fuck who does or writes the track Whoever cameos, it's Hammer, it's all wac From Letras Mania