Me gettin' murked on is like LL keepin' his shirt on
The Neptunes soundin' different every beat that they work on
That ain't gonna happen not with this rap shit
That's like Fat Joe Guerrilla Black doin' backflips
I'm that sick micky ficky oh I'm nice
While your punches don't connect like Dolemite's
You can diss me but you know I'm tight
Turn around and do my songs karaoke night
You rhyme constipated you ain't gettin' shit out
These girls call me the shovel how I'm diggin' it out
I'll stick a dick in the mouth it's part of their diet
But will I ever go south? Oh man I started to try it
Now is my pimp card expired? Well here's my mack license
Chink Money bout to blow up like gas prices
I'm rap's tightest can't f*ck with Chan bitch
Around the girls I get mo' head than dandruff
I can't miss I got this wicked gift to spit this shit
To any extent
At any expense
So many have sensed how I twist this shit and flip the script
I'm a lyrical gymnast
I'm in this business committin' acts of terror
Hopin' someday I would get with Christina Aguilera
Oops my bad that was an error
She was last year and now I'm after Ciara
In them jeans showin' off the goodies
I'm a one-two step out of my drawers and hoodie
I got a woody think who Chink gonna bone?
I'll have Ashley Simpson lip-syncing her moans
Now can I have a cheap f*ck?
Your ass on these nuts
In Ashley's guts no acid reflux
I'm bad to these sluts and plus I'm smart
Got a hand on your titty just tryin' to touch your heart
Don't you love this car?
Forget what I spent on it
It don't run but check out the rims on it
They don't spin but look how they glisten
I can't afford them but I pay them attention
Big Pimpin' in my stereo system
Speakers are blown but the bass still hittin
I got a sentence ain't servin' no time
I put my life behind bars cuz I'm murderin' rhymes
And certainly I'm the reason you ain't sleepin' well
I make all your shit seem cheap as hell
Call me Money cause all I receive is wealth
And this another hot beat I got beneath my belt
I please females they wanting me to ring their bells
She yells get down to the taco and eat the shell
Whoa like John Legend said take it slow
I'ma get the poon wetter than H2O
Steady blazin' dro go on datin' shows
Take them bitches backstage and I lay them yo
That's the way I roll when I handle my business
I hit it quit it tell that trick she is Dismissed
Now she's pissed but she still wants my baby
Chink Money got these honeys goin' crazy
Ain't got no label that pays me
I'm unreachable so please don't try to page me
You crazy think I got time for you?
Gold-digger I ain't gonna spend a dime on you
Yeah me and my dawgs pretty bitches we bust
The 'itty bitty titty committee' gets no pity from us
F*ck an 'IBTC' I need some big tits
To satisfy this nigga with a big dick
Leave them twisted
Like a dreadlock with his lead cock
Call me Fred Flintstone when I make the bed rock
Give you headshots and I ain't playin' GoldenEye
I'm a Bebe kid I do not die I multiply
I'm so high motherf*cker get your own supply
I won't lie I could've sworn I seen a poltergeist
I'm so nice
I'm wicked when I spit this
When I rip this I'm a have you bitches wishin' for stitches
I'm the same man from the Buck Fitty Mixtape
F*ck with me get shanked
Trust it's a mistake
I'm an animal the cannibal Hannibal Lecter
Ill as ever will in fact kill a bitch like Phil Spector
So don't step to me if you cherish your life
I would sit here and argue but it's my therapist night
And I don't care if you're white black Asian or Latin
The fact remains that I will f*ckin' rape you at rapping
I'm steady blazin' this track and mutilating you bastards
There's several ways it can happen
Gas chamber saber or hatchet
You faggots got me just laughin I'm packin' like Action Jackson
Imagine what might be happening when I really be snappin'
And now I'm back in this bitch got a bitch on her back
Leave your eyes like my race half slanted and half black
This track becomes crack when I'm speakin' on it
Once it enters your system you ain't sleepin' on it
Are you peepin' all this?
Are you bein' honest?
Don't you dare ever compare me to a weaker artist I'm flawless!
I can't be f*cked with
I'm too much kid
You can't touch this
I'm magnificent you ain't no damn lyricist
Your words don't match you you're kinda like a ventriloquist
Your fans don't exist you're manically depressed
Your mind's racing all mixed up your sanity's a mess
And Chan he be's the best
You know my flow is mean
I drop shit like vegetarians I know it's green
But woe is me I'm a dope emcee
Whose hopes and dreams ain't been reached totally
And vocally you ain't even up to par
Couldn't even hang on a set of monkey bars
But you must think hard how can you defeat this? When Chink spits my flows leave you seasick
So peep this I'm ahead of my time
Dead or alive it's gonna be said in my rhymes bitch
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Me gettin' murked on is like LL keepin' his shirt on
The Neptunes soundin' different every beat that they work on
That ain't gonna happen not with this rap shit
That's like Fat Joe Guerrilla Black doin' backflips
I'm that sick micky ficky oh I'm nice
While your punches don't connect like Dolemite's
You can diss me but you know I'm tight
Turn around and do my songs karaoke night
You rhyme constipated you ain't gettin' shit out
These girls call me the shovel how I'm diggin' it out
I'll stick a dick in the mouth it's part of their diet
But will I ever go south? Oh man I started to try it
Now is my pimp card expired? Well here's my mack license
Chink Money bout to blow up like gas prices
I'm rap's tightest can't f*ck with Chan bitch
Around the girls I get mo' head than dandruff
I can't miss I got this wicked gift to spit this shit
To any extent
At any expense
So many have sensed how I twist this shit and flip the script
I'm a lyrical gymnast
I'm in this business committin' acts of terror
Hopin' someday I would get with Christina Aguilera
Oops my bad that was an error
She was last year and now I'm after Ciara
In them jeans showin' off the goodies
I'm a one-two step out of my drawers and hoodie
I got a woody think who Chink gonna bone?
I'll have Ashley Simpson lip-syncing her moans
Now can I have a cheap f*ck?
Your ass on these nuts
In Ashley's guts no acid reflux
I'm bad to these sluts and plus I'm smart
Got a hand on your titty just tryin' to touch your heart
Don't you love this car?
Forget what I spent on it
It don't run but check out the rims on it
They don't spin but look how they glisten
I can't afford them but I pay them attention
Big Pimpin' in my stereo system
Speakers are blown but the bass still hittin
I got a sentence ain't servin' no time
I put my life behind bars cuz I'm murderin' rhymes
And certainly I'm the reason you ain't sleepin' well
I make all your shit seem cheap as hell
Call me Money cause all I receive is wealth
And this another hot beat I got beneath my belt
I please females they wanting me to ring their bells
She yells get down to the taco and eat the shell
Whoa like John Legend said take it slow
I'ma get the poon wetter than H2O
Steady blazin' dro go on datin' shows
Take them bitches backstage and I lay them yo
That's the way I roll when I handle my business
I hit it quit it tell that trick she is Dismissed
Now she's pissed but she still wants my baby
Chink Money got these honeys goin' crazy
Ain't got no label that pays me
I'm unreachable so please don't try to page me
You crazy think I got time for you?
Gold-digger I ain't gonna spend a dime on you
Yeah me and my dawgs pretty bitches we bust
The 'itty bitty titty committee' gets no pity from us
F*ck an 'IBTC' I need some big tits
To satisfy this nigga with a big dick
Leave them twisted
Like a dreadlock with his lead cock
Call me Fred Flintstone when I make the bed rock
Give you headshots and I ain't playin' GoldenEye
I'm a Bebe kid I do not die I multiply
I'm so high motherf*cker get your own supply
I won't lie I could've sworn I seen a poltergeist
I'm so nice
I'm wicked when I spit this
When I rip this I'm a have you bitches wishin' for stitches
I'm the same man from the Buck Fitty Mixtape
F*ck with me get shanked
Trust it's a mistake
I'm an animal the cannibal Hannibal Lecter
Ill as ever will in fact kill a bitch like Phil Spector
So don't step to me if you cherish your life
I would sit here and argue but it's my therapist night
And I don't care if you're white black Asian or Latin
The fact remains that I will f*ckin' rape you at rapping
I'm steady blazin' this track and mutilating you bastards
There's several ways it can happen
Gas chamber saber or hatchet
You faggots got me just laughin I'm packin' like Action Jackson
Imagine what might be happening when I really be snappin'
And now I'm back in this bitch got a bitch on her back
Leave your eyes like my race half slanted and half black
This track becomes crack when I'm speakin' on it
Once it enters your system you ain't sleepin' on it
Are you peepin' all this?
Are you bein' honest?
Don't you dare ever compare me to a weaker artist I'm flawless!
I can't be f*cked with
I'm too much kid
You can't touch this
I'm magnificent you ain't no damn lyricist
Your words don't match you you're kinda like a ventriloquist
Your fans don't exist you're manically depressed
Your mind's racing all mixed up your sanity's a mess
And Chan he be's the best
You know my flow is mean
I drop shit like vegetarians I know it's green
But woe is me I'm a dope emcee
Whose hopes and dreams ain't been reached totally
And vocally you ain't even up to par
Couldn't even hang on a set of monkey bars
But you must think hard how can you defeat this? When Chink spits my flows leave you seasick
So peep this I'm ahead of my time
Dead or alive it's gonna be said in my rhymes bitch
The Neptunes soundin' different every beat that they work on
That ain't gonna happen not with this rap shit
That's like Fat Joe Guerrilla Black doin' backflips
I'm that sick micky ficky oh I'm nice
While your punches don't connect like Dolemite's
You can diss me but you know I'm tight
Turn around and do my songs karaoke night
You rhyme constipated you ain't gettin' shit out
These girls call me the shovel how I'm diggin' it out
I'll stick a dick in the mouth it's part of their diet
But will I ever go south? Oh man I started to try it
Now is my pimp card expired? Well here's my mack license
Chink Money bout to blow up like gas prices
I'm rap's tightest can't f*ck with Chan bitch
Around the girls I get mo' head than dandruff
I can't miss I got this wicked gift to spit this shit
To any extent
At any expense
So many have sensed how I twist this shit and flip the script
I'm a lyrical gymnast
I'm in this business committin' acts of terror
Hopin' someday I would get with Christina Aguilera
Oops my bad that was an error
She was last year and now I'm after Ciara
In them jeans showin' off the goodies
I'm a one-two step out of my drawers and hoodie
I got a woody think who Chink gonna bone?
I'll have Ashley Simpson lip-syncing her moans
Now can I have a cheap f*ck?
Your ass on these nuts
In Ashley's guts no acid reflux
I'm bad to these sluts and plus I'm smart
Got a hand on your titty just tryin' to touch your heart
Don't you love this car?
Forget what I spent on it
It don't run but check out the rims on it
They don't spin but look how they glisten
I can't afford them but I pay them attention
Big Pimpin' in my stereo system
Speakers are blown but the bass still hittin
I got a sentence ain't servin' no time
I put my life behind bars cuz I'm murderin' rhymes
And certainly I'm the reason you ain't sleepin' well
I make all your shit seem cheap as hell
Call me Money cause all I receive is wealth
And this another hot beat I got beneath my belt
I please females they wanting me to ring their bells
She yells get down to the taco and eat the shell
Whoa like John Legend said take it slow
I'ma get the poon wetter than H2O
Steady blazin' dro go on datin' shows
Take them bitches backstage and I lay them yo
That's the way I roll when I handle my business
I hit it quit it tell that trick she is Dismissed
Now she's pissed but she still wants my baby
Chink Money got these honeys goin' crazy
Ain't got no label that pays me
I'm unreachable so please don't try to page me
You crazy think I got time for you?
Gold-digger I ain't gonna spend a dime on you
Yeah me and my dawgs pretty bitches we bust
The 'itty bitty titty committee' gets no pity from us
F*ck an 'IBTC' I need some big tits
To satisfy this nigga with a big dick
Leave them twisted
Like a dreadlock with his lead cock
Call me Fred Flintstone when I make the bed rock
Give you headshots and I ain't playin' GoldenEye
I'm a Bebe kid I do not die I multiply
I'm so high motherf*cker get your own supply
I won't lie I could've sworn I seen a poltergeist
I'm so nice
I'm wicked when I spit this
When I rip this I'm a have you bitches wishin' for stitches
I'm the same man from the Buck Fitty Mixtape
F*ck with me get shanked
Trust it's a mistake
I'm an animal the cannibal Hannibal Lecter
Ill as ever will in fact kill a bitch like Phil Spector
So don't step to me if you cherish your life
I would sit here and argue but it's my therapist night
And I don't care if you're white black Asian or Latin
The fact remains that I will f*ckin' rape you at rapping
I'm steady blazin' this track and mutilating you bastards
There's several ways it can happen
Gas chamber saber or hatchet
You faggots got me just laughin I'm packin' like Action Jackson
Imagine what might be happening when I really be snappin'
And now I'm back in this bitch got a bitch on her back
Leave your eyes like my race half slanted and half black
This track becomes crack when I'm speakin' on it
Once it enters your system you ain't sleepin' on it
Are you peepin' all this?
Are you bein' honest?
Don't you dare ever compare me to a weaker artist I'm flawless!
I can't be f*cked with
I'm too much kid
You can't touch this
I'm magnificent you ain't no damn lyricist
Your words don't match you you're kinda like a ventriloquist
Your fans don't exist you're manically depressed
Your mind's racing all mixed up your sanity's a mess
And Chan he be's the best
You know my flow is mean
I drop shit like vegetarians I know it's green
But woe is me I'm a dope emcee
Whose hopes and dreams ain't been reached totally
And vocally you ain't even up to par
Couldn't even hang on a set of monkey bars
But you must think hard how can you defeat this? When Chink spits my flows leave you seasick
So peep this I'm ahead of my time
Dead or alive it's gonna be said in my rhymes bitch
Writer: DAMieN CHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid