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Is it on?
f*gg*t as* , talkin all that bulls**t
Worried about what I do but I don't give a fk
You know what I'm sayin, cuz if I listen to that s**t...
Verse 1
I be the metaphorical Don Juan's upon
My confidant bring my words to life, make s**t bond
See the lyrical lexicon makes strong songs DJ's gotta throw on
Thug love to bug along
And wack MC's dream on and on
Drifting further from reality, concentratin on me flow on
I master murderous phrases simile, homicidal delivery
And don't give a fk who don't like me
See we be, the type of MC's bringing equilibrium into the industry
Your own peeps say you p*ssy
I show up unexpectedly to the release party
Get up close and personally sn*tch your body
Often say, place your life status see on crtically
But y'all just sound like you dissin me subliminally
See you walkin contradiction, caught up in the friction
If you can't stand the heat, stay the fk out the kitchen
In front of the whole industry on national TV
I'll bluntly, tell you to shut the fk up
HOOK:
To all you got the pen
Shut the fk up
All you stinky, dirty tramps
Shut the fk up
All the hoes on his d*ck
Shut the fk up
All you lyin motherfkers
Shut the fk up
Verse 2
You'd be surprised what go through to dis the squad
Call our business lines tryin na sound all fkin hard
When your man dialed the number, heard my voice, jumped on my d*ck
Then you grabbed the phone and started poppin mega s**t
Then tried to kick a little bulls**t rhyme or two
About how much money you can make and how much damage you can do
But the simple fact is that you wanna be me
Redman, Erick Sermon, and the L.O.D.
But the next time you wanna be me look in the mirror
The next time you leave a voice mail speak clearer
Fun loving criminal, savage mic killer
Comes through by way of knockout on the strength of my
Ther arsenal successor, mister apply the pressure
On frontin like the Nutty Professor
I pull you foul, track you down like a private detective
Then put you in your proper perspective
And tell you shut the fk up
HOOK
To all you s**tty drawls cats
Shut the fk up
All you fake thug
Shut the fk up
All you gay as*
Shut the fk up
All you media freaks
Shut the fk up
All you hype motherfkers
Shut the fk up
All you fake drug dealers
Shut the fk up
You better shut the fk up, shut the fk up
You better shut the fk up, shut the fk up
