((If anybody’s out there listening to this broadcast of mine
Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what’s on my mind
I won’t pull any punches, hold anything back
I’ll tell you the way that it is
When it’s all said and done imma leave you wondering
How did we do what we did?))
Mike:
Yo I don’t care if you’re a woman, or a child or man
When I’m done everybody’s gonna understand
Some rappers get mad when you say they’re in a band
But not me ‘cuz I really am
It’s LP for your fucking information pal
So you can stop staring back over your shoulder now
You can stop mean mugging with that twisted brow
Concentrating on mine your wasting your time buddy
Erase that face, replace the frown
Look at the ground, look down, quit fucking around now
Geez every week’s so tightly wound
From the minute that we became the new menace in town
Could it be that these cool, contagious phrases sprayed aimless
Are making yall hate us?
Shit you can hate ‘til your face turns blue
Everyone else let me cut up a question for you
((Chorus))
Tak:
Oh there goes another one
Better call all your people and
Bury the body quick stupid
Show you where I’m coming from
Open up the skeleton
The Pelican’s bliss
With delicate testinal sit until your skeleton splits
Your sense is off now
Don’t know which directions which
We all foul
Little rappers with consecutive hits
But that’ll be that
So never mind your battery pack
‘Cuz in reality nobody gives a crapity crap
Move over
‘Fore you get your flattery snatched
Some tiny caterpillars act like you don’t have any sacks
Hopping off with the guns
And the host of cavity caps
Their full of shit
Tear the roof down
Pass me that jack
On the rocks is Tak
Back on the block what?
Tapping you vest like I just happen to pop up
Trapped in the circle
In that resiginal box
But ain’t no way imma stop
‘Til I’m watching you snot puss
((Chorus))
Ryu:
I just say what I feel
I don’t care if I’m black
Walk up in the label start waving a hacksaw
Hit the bathroom
Strip naked and jack off
This white boys getting more ganster than Mack Mall
I’m in the crowd
I’m feeding your fans ruffies
Nope that ain’t a coke
It’s a Vikadin smoothie yeah
Acting moves a thug like fuck it
Got a champagne taste with a bud light budget
Got a little ass dick with some katacans on it
So sick I could make a fucking maggot vomit
No shit
Get the mikes out kick it in gear
It’s ludicrous all I needed was some chicken and beer
You better roll out while the coast is clear
Then get hit with thick bottle and a broken chair
Bitch please you can leave with a couple of crack teeth
I’m hungry for the fame
I ain’t crapped in six weeks
This is what I thought the lyrics were:
((If anybody’s out there listening to this broadcast of mine Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what’s on my mind I won’t pull any punches, hold anything back I’ll tell you the way that it is When it’s all said and done imma leave you wondering How did we do what we did?))
Mike: Yo I don’t care if you’re a woman, or a child or man When I’m done everybody’s gonna understand Some rappers get mad when you say they’re in a band But not me ‘cuz I really am It’s LP for your fucking information pal So you can stop staring back over your shoulder now You can stop mean mugging with that twisted brow Concentrating on mine your wasting your time buddy Erase that face, replace the frown Look at the ground, look down, quit fucking around now Geez every week’s so tightly wound From the minute that we became the new menace in town Could it be that these cool, contagious phrases sprayed aimless Are making yall hate us? Shit you can hate ‘til your face turns blue Everyone else let me cut up a question for you
((Chorus))
Tak: Oh there goes another one Better call all your people and Bury the body quick stupid Show you where I’m coming from Open up the skeleton The Pelican’s bliss With delicate testinal sit until your skeleton splits Your sense is off now Don’t know which directions which We all foul Little rappers with consecutive hits But that’ll be that So never mind your battery pack ‘Cuz in reality nobody gives a crapity crap Move over ‘Fore you get your flattery snatched Some tiny caterpillars act like you don’t have any sacks Hopping off with the guns And the host of cavity caps Their full of shit Tear the roof down Pass me that jack On the rocks is Tak Back on the block what? Tapping you vest like I just happen to pop up Trapped in the circle In that resiginal box But ain’t no way imma stop ‘Til I’m watching you snot puss
((Chorus))
Ryu: I just say what I feel I don’t care if I’m black Walk up in the label start waving a hacksaw Hit the bathroom Strip naked and jack off This white boys getting more ganster than Mack Mall I’m in the crowd I’m feeding your fans ruffies Nope that ain’t a coke It’s a Vikadin smoothie yeah Acting moves a thug like fuck it Got a champagne taste with a bud light budget Got a little ass dick with some katacans on it So sick I could make a fucking maggot vomit No shit Get the mikes out kick it in gear It’s ludicrous all I needed was some chicken and beer You better roll out while the coast is clear Then get hit with thick bottle and a broken chair Bitch please you can leave with a couple of crack teeth I’m hungry for the fame I ain’t crapped in six weeks
((Chorus))
but I could be wrong... well most likely I am