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Busa Rhyme |
Interprété par Missy Elliott. |
While I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit gate to these ho's, make a soap opera of an episode Punch a bitch in the nose til the whole face explodes Three things I hate girls, women, and bitches Smack bitches that walk off, and dropkick midgets Call me boogie night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figured dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Come through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches Its like a dream I can't snap out I black out, back out Lookin' for some thug to beat the crap out I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers Flip you off in French, and translate it in English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet Come back speaking so much Spanish Pun couldn't even understand it HOOK 1: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy I had a huge attitude Started off statically Mad at you Had you mad at me automatically I'm not a commodity I'm an oddity, who had develop himself to start a Halloween flowing It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks I would probably owe Ozzy Osborne an apology College girls, living in alcoholic world, full of earl Their heads swirl'd every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, still tell a grown up to shut up I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got an impulse to gain An insult you wit a pencil They wasted paper on you choppin' down the oakwood Cause everything you wrote in your notebook was no good As long as I stay in the studio an keep cut'n You motherfuckers are put'n your words together for nothing HOOK 1: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy HOOK 2: Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas Me and slim shady on some shit daily What you want, what you got, is hot HOOK 3: Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily What you want, what you want, huh... TV Interlude: I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin' gun with no handle Just a barrel with both ends Sprayin' tec's at you, until you see your fuckin' legs With bullet holes, and the exit wounds settin' next to you Fuckin' mad dog foaming at the mouth, fuck mouth My whole house is a foamin' at the couch Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a building An shot every window out on the way down to ground, keep filming Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed Chopped them in half and suffocated the oxygen mask Shit if I get any higher I'ma get the East-n-West beefin' again Fly back to Detroit an stand in the cross fire Missy: Y'all better call the police before I kill this track Don't shoot Missy, get back huh... I'ma put you all in a line, huh... I'ma watch you MC's die, yo mommy mommy Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time, huh... I'ma have to you bus' through your chest, huh... You gonna have to clean up the mess, it's raining an raining And it's pouring loud, Never fear cause pissy Missy through the crowd, huh... I can hear the gats go chu-pow, you shot me damn it Bitch get down, don't walk when I talk, Never talk when I smile, lay 'em on down Like they lived underground For the sounds that me and Timbaland We found, get your ass kicked later Or get your ass kicked now |
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