キー: Bb major•
Verse 1
Yeah...
I'm finished workin on the project already
The hype prolonged it, you
couldn't handle the deadline
Your team wasn't ready,
We looked over your chorus
and yo' rap bars
Analyzed your music,
those happy- ass keys
Made you softer than ever,
rap some more you should never
I decided to listen,
I turned the music off
Becaue the melodies were cotton candy,
the music was soft
I heard too much pantyliner stuff
Bb
Eb
Too much model and whack- ass designer stuff,
no masculine touch
Adolescent, let the guy know
his tracks is whack
He won't be back
Disrespect yo' production,
Now face the two inch, reel gettin warm
Drop the top of your head
Drum machine gets smacked
up beside your face
Bb
Eb
With a six- pack of beer
I urinate on you Pro Tools
mix in your ear
Yellow hats wearin construction gear
Tear down the knobs, off the manly
behind the Stanley
Studio booked up, New York power
play, Unique tried to ban me
Type of guy to bring Texaco gas
in the vocal booth
You're just a big talker,
you're not a man to me
Pulled the wires out the back
of the amp
Defecate on your drum pads
with a maxi
Brown sheepskin, black execution mask
Brass out your Yamaha speakers,
shotgun I missed three
other speakers I got one, with great danes,
chewin out your amps
Bb
Eb
You won't be able to duck for long,
seen niggaz in summer camp
With men- e- strual cramps
Watch the black afro in
the corner with the Huggies
With the diaper rash around your pelvis
Bb
Eb
Drivin a green Volkswagen buggy,
you know Muggy
7 foot 7 orangutang baboon face
From Baltimore,
Maryland notorious comin up the turnpike
To move your SSL board out to Richmond,
Tony Pissman
In the stationwagon, your engineer's
scared to mix the record
down, next to my cousin Bucky
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