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Eat my nuts
I’m not male, thats negative i am a meat popcicle
Lil John
[Chorus]
[4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
[4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
[2x] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
[2x] What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
[2x] We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
[4x] We run this (what)
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don’t play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
[Chrorus]
[Lil Jon talking]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I’m looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya’ll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that’s proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
[4X]
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
[Pastor Troy]
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it’s me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
[Chorus]
ICP
If I had things my way, I wouldn’t be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
Id be on MTV with Tommy Lee ridden dirt bikes
Me and Fred Durst cooking brought worst
And one of those huge barbecues with them bonny skirts
I wouldn’t need a baracade at my shows
cause it would be nothing but celeberty friends the first 10 rows
id have a 90 pound sled on my arm
who likes like a little skinny dude with a perm
but shes a super model and she works in Brazil
and her daddy places pool on the isle of ???
I remember when I met at a party with my friends
I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?"
Jeckel whut? I don’t even know who they are
If I had things my way, I’d be a superstar
[Chorus:]
I’m so famous I’m so sweet
I’m so neat I can’t be beat
call my one time
I’m so fashon, I’m divine
I’m so famous I’m so sweet
I’m so neat I can’t be beat
call my one time
I’m so fashon, I’m divine
i got a call this morning Denis Rodman & Carson Daily
they want to meet me up for lunch at the ????
and I don’t even know them people
but we famous, so we consider each other equal
where am I from? oh yea Detroit city
i remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty
i think I used to have some family there
infact I wonder if.rmmm... anyway, jauque do my hair
sniffing cocaine off of crystal counter top
kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lolly pop
Shaggy Who? watch me clean up the ghetto
i sleep on a matress sprinkled with rose pedals
make my music, write my song ill come sing it
and when the royalty check comes, betta bring it
mr masoose come and rub me down gently
mom hers the keys, go and wash the ???
(Fast Talking I Can’t Even Make Out)
Superstar....
[Chorus]
I’m like a zerko, I suck my drummers dick
i aint gay or nothin, I just did it for kicks
i play the crazy rock star it helps my rep
u shoulda seen me at the movie premire with johny depp
i love hollywood partys, I live like a star
ill kiss ur ass, even if I don’t know who u are
ill jump in your pictures and ill get in your way
I’m annoying as fuck, I’m like that one kid from Sugar Ray
do I remember Twiztid? of course I do, Twisted Sister, They used to play with
Motely Crue
oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me?
no, I don’t recall, excuse me, security!
i don’t need old friends, I’m way bigger
sorry, my phones ringin, its Tommy Hilfiger
ill see u when I see if I remember who u are
after all, your talking with the superstar
[Chorus]
Icp
[violent j]
I need a bitch, a special bitch
I need a bitch who pussy poppin? booty switch
I need a bitch, felatio
On the freeway with my pedal to the flo?
I need a bitch, like cheery pie
I need a bitch like billy bill need a eye
I need a bitch, an alcoholic
I need a bitch pukin?, bent over my toilet
The bitchy bitch, bitchin? about nothin?
I need a bitch to jizm in her bellybutton
I need a bitch, a prostitute
She?d fuck my homies and we could split the loot
[chorus]
I need my cheery pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, my cherry cherry pie
[shaggy 2 dope]
I need a bitch, fresh out the pen
I need a bitch like harland williams need a chin
I need a bitch, a mental case
She cuts me cheap and shoots us both in the face
I need a hoe, to use me for my money
I need a bitch like ? ? ? ? ?
I need a freak like cherry pie
Like whipped cream and lemon che-che-cherry pie
I need a woman , to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic
I need a bitch, who like to fight
And get her nose punched in like every night
[chorus]
[violent j]
I need a bitch in a cheap hotel
So I don?t know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch, that doesn?t care
She like to finger fuck her booty in the mirror
Cherry pie, my cherry pie
Cherry pie with lemon jell-o cherry pie
I need a bitch hurricanranna
A bitch who suck on dick like eminem mama
I need a bitch, I need a slut
I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt
I need a bitch now more than ever
I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever
I need my cherry pie
[chorus]
Tech 9
I was born in seventy-one
In seventy-two I started to walk
Seventy-three
Seventy-four
Seventy-five
I learned to talk
Seventy-six I tried sexing
That was around the age of five
Seventy-seven
Seventy-eight
And seventy-nine
I started to ride
With my
Uncle Ike
In eighty and eighty-one
I was about ten
But the first time a little chick
Made me cum
Was eighty-two
Or eighty-three
My life really came alive
In eighty-four
I was thirteen
But
Nineteen eighty-five’s
The number
I met this bitch
Who told me if I got tight with her
Together we would grow rich
Type of chick
That’ll make a brother
Feel good inside
In my mind when I’m sleep
Woke
When I walk
When I ride
Getting to me in the classroom
Used to follow me into the bathroom
And I loved it
She was wild
And everyday
People bore me
Captivate
Activate my hormones
When you speak to me
Softly
Offer me
A piece of you
Cause
Me so horny
She let me foreplay
And that’s it
She said
If I would rap
And make some dollars for us
Maybe I can get a hit
I was writing
Then I found myself fighting
For the juices
When I found out
That our little agreement’s
Non-exclusive
Ah damn
She let celebrity status hit
So I’m thinking of tactics
How to leave ran down
Prophylatics
On the mattress
So I practice
Hoping to stuff my fat dick
In this rap bitch
Knowing when I stuff my cactus
In that catfish
Imma flat shit
She’s turning me into a killer
Devour fools
I’m powerful
Like Mecha-Godzilla
She said
If I keep rapping
She’ll keep clapping
But ain’t nobody strapping
Till she see paper
And then we’ll see what’s happening
And I hear her say
You heard of Tech
He’s like the best
He built his nest
In the Midwest
The boy can flow
And he be busting like
Boom boom
It’s like I’m stuck
I feel I’m cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I’m finna be busting like
Boom boom
Ninety-three
She invited me
To a party in L.A.
So popular
She introduced me to
2Pac the next day
She took me to this party
In Beverly Hills
Where me and Chris Tucker
Couldn’t get in
Because of our ball caps
And they was all about dollar bills
She was a G
And got us all in for free
Ran into Pac again
She talked about him so tough
I knew she was cocking him
But I never did hate
Because I knew
Heated sex
Was our fate
As I got clever
And a lot better
She started letting me and my boys
Hit together
Me and Pac hit the slot
Now it’s out in the open
Didn’t take long
To make her get it on
Came on strong
And Thugs Get Lonely too
Was our slogan
She wanted me
And Chino XL
But he backed off
And said that’s hell
He don’t dip into every female
Waiting to exhale
With a
Wet tail
Wish I could be with baby
Daily
But I recall
The Veteran Click saying
Tech
Don’t turn a tramp into your
Lady
I don’t know why
I want this bitch
She always dis and
Won’t let me
Showcase my shit
This bitch is driving N9na
Crazy
You heard of Tech
He’s like the best
He built his nest
In the midwest
And he be busting like
Boom boom
It’s like I’m stuck
I feel I’m cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I’m finna be busting
Boom boom
Fuck this
I’m ready for
One on one ruckus
Still she like
Don’t touch this
When I’m alone with her
It’s on
When the bone hit her
Get her
Hoeing off in L.A.
With my folks
Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz
L Q Max Key
Hella knocking your back out
Bitch
Long strokes
You a nympho
Who the pimps though
Me and Roger Troutman
Had you at Juan Momma house
Shouting
Through the talk box
You exhaust cocks
And you ought not
Ever get caught hot
Why she always gotta have the vault lock
Kinda mad when I really
Thought back
Me and Rza hit that ass
On the video set
Why did we hit
Raw
Bitch told us
How she fucked
Eminem
Kool G
KRS
Monch
Exhibit and
All
Type a niggas
When Felony fucked
He said
What what what what
I was next in line
Right after he busted his
Nut nut nut nut
I heard
My homey Rodney say
She want me and Lynch to hit
Sac and MO dick
And she said she wanted it so bad
Cause we so sick
I saw you at 92.3
The Beat
With Jay-Z and Damon
I know at times
I’m hella complex
But now Imma put it in lamens
I wanna fuck you
Not with Jimmy Jam
Not with Terry Lewis
Not with Quincy Jones
Not with QD3
Just me and you
And Imma show you all the things
That I can do
Go platinum plus
Get trapped in your lust
So I’m hoping me and you can
Bang bang
I know you’re a groupie hoe
But I still
Want your coochie though
Before I go
I want you to tell these people
Your name
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