Smut Peddlers - Diseases Lyrics
Yo whattup e?Yo whattup starbuck, whats goin on?Yeah how you livin?Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup?Yeah let me tell you hip-hops wack manYeah I know, say wordAll these mcs got diseasesYeah they got like frostbite, theres a bad plague babyMcs got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*}Yeah man, yo we gotta tell em whassup[eon]Now go make a record, and go rob a bankNow you got cool c-itis to thankCopped that advance, but lost that checkMust be due to alzheimers onsetGo up in the label, when honies start feelin yaHobbes you better catch some a&r felia(? )And female rappers dont have a chanceNeed flow augmentation and mic implantsYo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg legShot your milk, she didnt swallow it?Thats cause girl was lactose intolerantSmoke with e, you gonna have funOh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungsTry and spit, but nothin comes outBraindead mcs all got cotton mouth[chorus: repeat 2x]This be a list of hip-hops diseasesToo much ice gon have shorty sneezinToo much dro will leave a kid wheezinHeads too big, stab you up for no reason[eon]You with wifey dog, get a car from sonyaIts likely youll catch nokia phobiaYou shiverin from ice, hold a mic deviceIts most certainly some rappers frostbiteGo up in the club, in moderationCause online you be catchin peter geishan impatientHa ha, rollin trees, only got seedsMans puffin crystals, green with envyRhymin for the loot, to get some massYou a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!)You online, think you the dopestGeek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosisStartin rumors, check the tabloidsCaught a blaze haze, maybe source hemerrhoids (ouch)Wack on stage, with off-beat ailmentAt a show catch a microphone impalement[chorus][eon]Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odorObvious obsessive compulsive disorderUp I got downers, down I got uppersNow chuggin pedia sure for *****in suppper (glug glug glug)Step to e, no microphone contestSoon learn about inferiority complexIm stuck on hip-hop, cant get a fixtil mighty mi deals me a dope remixNow Ill supply prescriptionsCome to the mother*****in spot, if you havin wack visionsWriters block? just cant flow?Hit you off with a double mic hydroYou goin gold if you got the patienceSon check in you got rap hallucinationsThe surgeon, wack mcs I carve upHip-hop med school, dr. starbucks[chorus]Yeah e, I dont knowI still dont think they knowSmut peddlers, cage, in the houseMighty mi, in the houseYes indeed all the dirty people, in the houseYo, you better go get checkedGo to the clinic, cause you got somethinDont say you got nothinCause were all diseased, right
