Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Huh, Y'all ready?
Let's go
Huh, Loud Mouth Choir, Heltah Skeltah
Tommy Tee, yeah, what up?
Ayo, listen
Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Dr. Kill, givin' the rap dosage, postage
Stamped, signed, sealed, delivered, distributed
Through the hood, motherfucker, what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox biting
Ought to stop fighting, fuck it, now I'm forced to box
You got twenty-two tattoos, you two pack a tad too much
Touch like 2Pac, dude that sucks
Smack saliva out the side of your face
I ain't trying to be rude but, dude, you food so I gotta make grace
Choir (Jesus Christ, nice all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme
Y'all niggas is foul, fuck it, Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I'll leave lead in your jaw
You rock, these niggas ain't ready for war, let 'em know
Nah, nigga, these rookies ain't ready for retard-cation
In his realest form, and rappin' is streetcar racin'
Rebellious rhetoric, heat start blazin'
After that, I need caucasians in the streets all tapin' shit up
They could be trying to piece y'all faces back together
You keep on playin', you hear?
Yeah, the Loud Mouth Choir, Luger liftin' the dame
The word-a-matician magician, David Blaine-in' your chain
It go
Oops upside your head
We smackin' hoops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you're dead
You eat soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head
We smackin' hoops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you're dead
You eat soup with the noodles and eggs
Okay, new words, respeconize my gangstafication and G-dential
A sket'll fire, bangin' your face through your Jeep window
(Windows shot up) In a residential area
And left fuckin' ocean in cement shoes
This time, it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you's a punk
(Push your shit all the way off) A producer, para-loser
Yeah, pussy, that's you, chump
All that yackety-yackin', your teeth with an animal beak
You get your ass beat badly, brattlingly
Alcatraz and The Beastmaster, take a stab at me
We'll counter red dots on your face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be prayin' for y'all niggas
While I'm gettin' my vulture on, breakin' on y'all bitches
Choir (Rock, Rock, Rock 'n' Roll
He
Moves like his cock and he's strong)
Yeah, that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and bomb trains
The bitch be pop lockin' while givin' me bomb brain
Now she's a crumb banger and she go all ways
She gon' go where I say, she know where y'all stay, suckers
Y'all niggas ready to die? Blast a sket
And then you realize ain't no fuckin' life after death
Smash your chest with a fuckin' medicine ball
You think you nice but I'm better than y'all, listen
Tommy Tee on the beat, Loud Mouth is the choir
Heltah Skeltah on the job and you fuckers is fired
Rock
And the fire supply, you forget your squad
Nigga, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod on
Oops upside your head
We smackin' hoops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you're dead
You eat soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head
We smackin' hoops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you're dead
You eat soup with the noodles and eggs
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