Blah Blah Blah

Get yourself together now

Because it's hit time

You're known as the hit makers

Record breakers, party makers

They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver

For all you cats, they bound to put mo' dips in your hips

Mo' cut in your strut, mo' glide in your stride

If you don't dig that, you gotta hole in your soul

If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address

They gon' sing mighty loud and clear

Ayo, the music made 'em jump back

Fuck that, how y'all gonna come track somethin' fat

Without lettin' Ali touch that

Nothin' wack leaves his lips

You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors

(so here he is)

A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin'

I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin'

Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so quit your feeble session

Double teamin' for the evening, so you heed the lessons

Sluggo

Here we go

Lookin at me like they know me

Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me

Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage

Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast

So taste it, the vitamins are subtle

So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle

But shut up though

(Fuck that, sucka jump back)

I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame

(We Call her hunch back), Ali run that

From cats lips to gods ears

We line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairs

Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared

Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that

Drippin off her nuts

Wait, why she got a nut sack?

You fuckin' rappers are she-males

From the retail to the e-mail

The defeat felt because you need help

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow

If we open for y'all it's still our show

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow

If we open for y'all it's still our show

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

(Rappers steppin tight)

Yeah they get they shit spun

I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one

(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)

We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run

Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin

On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition

When you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin

Calm down little campers, I've got the answers

You should fuck exotic dancers

You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers

It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that amps for?

I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow

And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe

And I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go

But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos

Your respect is like a stick in the grass

Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without it

I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass

With your tongue out and write a love song about it

Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles

The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles

The Minnesota missiles, self taught

Communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked

Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs

And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs

Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares

If you keep bumping your gums than we can fuckin' take it there

I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk

(Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops)

Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy

(Sing my fuckin' fore I punch you in yo face)

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow

If we open for y'all it's still our show

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow

If we open for y'all it's still our show

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah