1. |
Intro
00:50
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2. |
Diss Song
04:29
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MC Kopy Kat, spittin' raps like a gat,
verbal attack on hacks, gonna pick up yo slack,
gonna pop a phrasal cap in your proverbial back,
cuz your rhymes are bout as a twat with the clap,
you shat in your shorts from my rappin' and skattin'
cuz I stack words with force, making storms with my chattin',
a work horse and a
source of more rhymes than your pores
produced puss out your zits when your tore
up your face, too ashamed to get laid when you were in 10th grade,
smile in the classroom with your tooth decay,
takin' out your teeth in the hallway.
bitch.
GROSS!
OH, by the way, was that you at the buffet?
piling puddings on yo plate like tomorrow's dooms day?
gummin your fillet like a bum on a date,
sprayin spit mist all over the place.
CHORUS:
tongue tied with a glass eye,
tacky like you livin' in versailles,
never did finish junior high,
pancake pussy lips tween your thighs
I berate your charades and you'll fade from grace,
when I'm done, get some spackle for the holes in the place,
and some roses for posing on the top of the grave
of the pitiful album you never managed to make,
OK, I admit, I'm getting used to it,
ears bruised by a fit of MCs talkin' shit,
nit wits and twits with their tongues up in twists
bling beamin' on their wrists,
tattoos on their tits,
especially the bitches who be lying bout their riches,
leaving' me in stitches when they lie about their riches,
cuz they sleeping' down in ditches with their stinky armpits
sneakin' into hotels, taking shits at the ritz,
OH, Like I care, you have gucci underwear,
coochie got designer hair,
I'm so glad that you shared!
I know it's hard to get by
workin' as an au pair
changin' diapers on the CEO of boat fair.
And you got toe hair.
CHORUS
I'd say you're a ho but you don't like dick,
cuz you scared that pubic hairs gonna make you sick,
god forbid lickin' pricks smudge up your lipstick,
or get jizz on your frizz, stainin' up your hair clips,
yo pussy lips dip way down below the hips,
flippin side to side when you skippin in the wind ,
tried to get that shit clipped but weren't properly equipt,
now they all cut up, lookin like the ghaza strip.
sippin' mix drinks cuz you as tough as a twink,
workin' on yo lip sync cuz you don't know how to sing,
Try to toughin up yo image so you get some ink,
then get yo tats taken off cuz of what yo mamma think.
uh, something stinks, got a rot in yo twat,
might be somethin' you caught or a tampon you forgot,
headin' to the bathroom, lookin distraught,
pourin' perfume on yo pussy snot.
CHORUS
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3. |
Pit of Clits
03:37
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CHORUS:
I'm digging me a hole
5 by 10 by 17
gonna fill it with some hoes
with the best I ever seen
GIRLS:
why you digging you that hole?
why you fillin' it with girls?
Whacha doin' in that hole?
steppin' up on all those girls?
in the hole I'm gonna throw
ladies to scratch all my itches
and I'll wade up in that shit
and I'll be knee deep in bitches
when I'm lookin’ for something I don't stop until I find it
I'm looking for you if you know how to shake and grind it
all up on my thing yeah you wax and grease and shine it
then I open fire up in yo' lady vagina
but one chick ain't enough to satisfy this dick
I need bitches like, shit, I need hoes and tricks
I need a whole clique in which to dip my wick
and some honnies on the side puttin’ lips on my prick
yeah I count ‘um like one bitch two bitch three
four bitch five bitch and they're all for me
and they're clawin’ on each other and it's plain to see
that the're fillin’ up the pit just to get with me
but all y’all little ladies don't you be worried
the'll be space in the pit if you real purdy
or even if you ugly’ cuz the pit's real deep
and findin’ bitches for the bottom, well, it ain’t easy
so come on out and audition so I can fulfill my mission
cuz the holly-wood has risen and it hits slits with precision
silver screen or television all y’all goals come to fruition
suck it clean and I'll move this in for the stickin' that i'm dishin'
CHORUS
yeah, yeah, ok, why should you get in
if you're a sexy woman or the next of kin
why should you swim around with them other women
in a hole in the ground all around my shins
well let me break it down like 1 2 3
or if you're bad at math like a b c
and if you're bad at spelling, well, just listen to me,
cuz the pit is the shit as you about to see
see you got yo little job
you got yo shit to do
you got to go to work
yeah you got to make it through
gotta get your fixed
get your hairs fixed
get some teeth put in
brighten up their hue
gotta feed yo kids
gotta buy that ragu
gotta pay the bills
gotta buy yourself shoes,
yeah you do all this shit
it's not much to be missin’
in the pit you just livin’
ain’t gotta be independent
we give various food stuffs to our lady muffs
we snip bitches who be rude so the pit ain’t ruff
and you don't gotta swing it nude if you're not sure enough
but that's what the bitches choose cuz they love this stuff
do i have to tell you more or have I turned you round?
do you understand the lure of my hole in the ground?
if by now you're not sure then I'm skippin’ out of town
like a hound doin’ rounds for new bitches to be found
CHORUS
one slit's not enough for this dick to hit
gotta have a supply of them lower lips
stackin' 17 deep of the flyest chicks
bitches to my balls in my pit of clits
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4. |
Crap
03:26
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Chorus:
When I rap in your face,
You're gonna crap in your place,
Crap Crap in your place,
Make yo lap a discrace,
Spittin' rhymes like mace
at those eyes in your face,
and you crap in yo place,
make yo lap a discrace.
You've pumped out something
you don't dare to share,
and it's in yo underwear,
cuz my rappin made you scared,
it's sludge that you packin,
something that you sat yo crack in,
soft servin out yo back end,
chocolate black fudge on tap, and,
got a pound of crude that's imbued in your suit,
got that stinky attitude
cuz yo dinky in a stew,
it's doo doo and it grew cuz I'm rappin at you,
now yo covered in poo,
dick, whacha gonna do-do?
I'm gonna crap sommore,
give my pants another chance,
and then I'll try the floor.
I'd abide to lie and say I'm surprised,
but I'm aware you're underwear's gonna rise in size,
bubblin supplies, spittin out mud pies
from the crack at the base of the back of your thighs.
yeah, you know why?
Chorus:When I rap in your face,
You're gonna crap in your place,
Crap Crap in your place,
Make yo lap a discrace,
Spittin' rhymes like mace
at those eyes in your face,
and you crap in yo place,
make yo lap a discrace.
Heat in your seat, crappin' up the place,
Cuz my words churn turds when I'm rappin in your face
your bowls are bare,
and now yo pants is full,
call the pope cuz
this shit lookin like a miracle,
yo intestines are destined
for acts of digestion
testin precedents
experts will question
And now you are restin,
you think you're out of fuel,
You gonna shit out that gum,
You was chewin' back in school,
that slipped off the tip
of your tiny little tounge
when you was young,
a little bitch, lickin' lollies havin fun.
You cried and yo eyes filled up with tears,
When you heard it would stay in yo ass for seven years.
Yeah. You know why?
CHORUS
Without delay
Your insides will spray
in disarray, like confetti
on the floor on new years day,
Then you'll strain in pain,
pop out yo head vein,
and you'll shit out yo brain,
slip it down the storm drain,
then shit out yo teeth,
crap um out on the street,
All four cheeks meet,
in a pile at yo feet
And you'll stay the course,
And yo parts will divorce,
You'll Implod like a supernova
from all the force
And you'll make a black hole,
Somethin you can't control,
Suckin' from yo butt,
with a cosmic pull
we'll be displaced into space,
The whole earth'll be erased,
You know why?
CHORUS
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5. |
Booty Bank
04:32
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at the pharmacy fillin’ up a prescription
I'll spare the detail but somethin’ is itchin’
back to the counter when they call my name
then I got hit like a stroke to the brain
in a white lab coat was a first class dame
finest bitch I ever saw with a tag for her name
cheeks rosy like beets, lashes like a urchin,
shadow creepin’ up to her brows, eyes sparklin’,
chicklet white teeth, hair big, curls pearchin’,
but it all got better when I looked under her chin
DAYUM BITCH!
big lips to chat
but I see under these you got tits to match
poppin’ out that lab coat like a zit on the back
of a kid jerkin’ it to his dad's girlie mag
SHIT !I'm about to lose my wits, how'd ya
fasten them clasps round them lady twists,
now its early in the morning as your fine ass sits
don't you got a warnin’ case your uniform splits? OW!
that button'd done render blind
any unsuspecting soul waitin’ up in the line
got juggs like these, them dumps must be fine,
stand up baby girl, show us what you got BEHIND.
FOG HORN SOUND
I done froze in my tracks.
when the Talk about the titties, the bitch is stacked
but she got an ass lookin’ like a plate with a crack
everything's looking fine when your mind's on her rack, but
she a top heavy bitch, ain’t no meat in the back!
CHORUS:
up top bitch is fine, got a poppin’ rack
but god help yo ass if you hit it from the back
fatty patties ‘tween the waist and the legs she lacks
get yo ass to the booty bank fill up the slack
I said hows it make you feel to have it all on top?
ass all deflated, tits about to pop
if you need some help well I know of a shop
that can stop ya from walkin’ ‘round lookin’ like a lollypop
bitch looked at me, a tear in her eye,
put her hand round my hand and she pulled me aside,
“help me! help me please!” she cried
“put some junk in my trunk, plump up my back side!”
so we popped next door to the local dive
right to the kitchen straight for the deep fryer
'splained our situation, gotta make the booty wider
got a few jars of lard to put inside her
and we hit up a couple more establishments,
for some lard for the lady ass match her tits,
got a shit ton of junk so her top half fits
with the parts on the bottom on the side where she sits
CHORUS:
Ain’t no junk in her jeans got her momma to thank
if you hit it from behind ain't shit to spank
so we takin’ that lard in a big old tank,
gotta pump up the rump at the booty bank
so we get on the bus, lard in hand,
sit on the bus, fine bitches don't stand,
big tits on the bus, ass in her hands,
10 minutes on the bus, last step in the plan
I ain't never seen a sadder sight on any city block
full of skinny booty'd bitches, asses looking like they're rocks,
like Calvin Kline ad we stood in shock,
rows of skinny hoes piled up like they're starved livestock
one bitch had hips like a Nubian queen
and an ass that was flat like a magazine
another girl had wig that was big as a bush
distractin’ attention from her concave tush
yeah. and an out of work table dancer
who sadly lost a cheek to a bout of ass cancer
then a young actress in hi heeled boots
tryin to fill up her baggy cat woman suit
finally we were next in line!
I looked at the door and gave her a smile,
you're booty'll be big in a little while,
and she went into the bank and opened up her file.
CHORUS:
They pumpin’ junk in her trunk, fillin’ up her dumps
ain't gonna be no chump once she pump up her lumps
stuffin’ fat in her back, fixin’ up what she lack
trust your ass to the bootie bank, they'll pick up the slack!
DAYUM!
I ain't never seen an ass like that!
I mean, I ain't never ever ever seen an ass that fat.
about a hour in the past it was small and flat,
now it's creepin round the block like an alley cat.
I mean, that's a ass to remember for life,
that's a ass to keep yo man away from if you a wife
that's a ass you climb mountains for you suffer strife,
an ass like that you see once in yo whole life.
so I approached lil’ lady and gave her my arm,
finally baby girl, your body matches yo charm,
put my arm in her hand and she said to me,
"where's the strip club, I'm through with pharmacy."
As a dancer lady made it real far,
made bucks with her but and became a star,
yeah, she got big and she's got me to thank,
I’m the ass accountant putting junk up in the booty bank.
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6. |
Turkey Flap
03:12
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Quit runnin’ out yo mouth
Talking CHICKA CHICKA
Talking how you number one
How you jesus’ only son
Talking trash give me a rash
From your stinky stinky breath
You ain’t flossin’ those whites
Gingivitis in yo bite
Teeth all pointy and brown
Poopy color in yo frown
Poopy color in yo hair
Poopy in yo underwear
Wa-walkin like a duck
Yeah all pigeon toed and such
Head all bobbin’ round and round
Lips all loose all makin’ sounds like <TURKEY SOUND>
Like <TURKEY SOUND>
CHORUS:
From yo turkey flap. Shut yo turkey flap.
Shut yo turkey flap. Shut yo (tra la la la laaa la)
Goin bl bl bl bla
And a tra la la la la
And a kumba yumba yipy yipy yipy yipy yaa
mouthin every kinda sound
as your tongue spins round and round,
talkin’ how you all profound
spittin’ bullshit by the pound,
Spittin’ out all kinda junk
Lips all full of stomach funk
Chicken bones oranges and pears
Hangin’ from yo lip hairs
Sayin’ you do this or that
Shakin’ up yo chin fat
Glasses foggin’ up with breath
Talking all our ears deaf
CHORUS
Yo’ make me irate with the speeches that you’re preechin’,
you don’t reach me with you’re teaches,
Cheeks so fat they look like peaches,
Lips all puffy like they’re leeches,
Teeth in needin' of some bleachin',
Eyebrows lookin’ like they creatures,
My brain strained cuz you skreechin’
Blabberin and a jabberin
bout all the shit you dabble in,
I ain’t about unravelin’
You’re babblin’ and drabblin,
And if I had a javelin,
I would stick it your fatty chin,
And then I’d find yo next of kin
And stick that javelin up in their turkey flap.
CHORUS
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7. |
Grandma
03:13
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Chorus:
Shake what yo gramma gave ya,
Cuz it's your pension that pays ya,
Ain't got many more days left,
So nanna, quake them bones til you break them.
Sittin in assisted living, sippin vitiman D,
Whining bout minorities moving in on the street,
Dining on purree, mmm, what's for lunch today?
Some different colored puddles and
a salisburry steak.
Mashed carrots in they lashes,
corn in they eyebrows,
gummin on a steak mush that didn't come from a cow,
talking out real loud, acting out real proud,
but they scared about the weather so they never go out,
got them nipples to they knees, lumps on they feet,
ripples in they tits and a diaper full of pee.
wool sweater in the heat, crippled and bereaved,
got an artificial hip from when they slipped on the street.
eyes can't see, artificial teeth, cataracts defracting, and they stacked 20 deep,
soiling the sheets, rockin' diabetees, suckin on a caramel, flipper stickin in the sweet.
Cuz they over 85 and somehow they still alive,
so shake yo legs like Tina Turner
til you burnin' in your thighs.
CHORUS
wearing sunglasses inside
cuz the glare in their eyes,
choke like a canary when the draft rolls by.
Got that osteoporosis and a case of halitosis,
got a growth in your colon so digestion's going slowly,
turnin on the television for your favorite game shows,
complain bout your pain while you catch up on your soaps.
Husband's long gone, so force out some tears,
even though you put poison in his cereal for years,
You yanked the feeding tube out that bastard's mouth
Stuffed his cash in your purse and headed for the south,
smokin in the bathroom so your kids don't know,
got a medical prescription for the dankest dro,
put your dealer out of business when you convinced your physician
that your glaucoma drops weren't enough for your condition.
Cuz they over 85 and somehow they still alive,
so shake yo legs like Tina Turner
til you burnin' in your thighs.
CHORUS
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8. |
Birthday
03:49
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CHORUS:
Oh, it's your birthday! I'm so thrilled!
I'm sure that today you won't be killed!
Or maybe overdose on prescription pills!
Or fall off a 10th floor window sill!
I'm so glad your mom had ya!
cuz it's hard for me to fathom,
that you don't look like your brother,
or your father for that matter,
he was on a business trip
so he missed the pitter patter
of his best friend's boots on the fire escape latter...
It would have been a shame if your dad managed to tame her,
cuz then you wouldn't be here, so no one's gonna to blame her!
just another test that the family overcame,
yeah, You got your dad's name when his best man came. Awwww....
I wanted to articulate that we're gonna celebrate,
the fact that he didn't just whip it out and masturbate,
He could have just jerked it and spurt it up on your mom's face,
Or jizzed on her tits or any other place,
but he's a man of morals, So no anal no oral,
got wild cream pie style up in your dad's girl,
and today's the day, it's the anniversary
of the night that you slided out that very pussay, HORRAY!
I'm glad you didn't stay all up in that womb,
Cuz then we'd be consumed in a labyrinth of gloom!
I presume that your presence is just about the essence
of the most immense success can be experienced.
Your appearance is so dear to your peers,
when you show up at a party we bout burst out into tears,
but believe me, it's not because we wish you'd leave,
but quite the opposite, we're just so glad you were conceived.
CHORUS
wait a second, you weren't hit by a car?
I'm relieved to receive the news that you've made it this far,
I'd be so bereaved if the driver were to leave you,
all marred and scarred on the side of the street...
you weren't shot up by a maniac while shopping at the mall
Didn't choke up on gum ball and you didn't fall
off the roof of something tall or down a stairwell,
or out a church tower while you were cleaning the bells...
Your hands are fine! How terriffic!
It's a fact that a freak accident didn't rip um
clean off your wrists, I'm glad nothing so horrific
happened to your digits while you were playing cricket
You didn't lick the skin of a deadly tree frog,
or get crushed up by a truck that was carrying some logs,
or get flogged to death by a wench from a park bench,
or beaten by a bully with a socket wrench.
You didn't pounce into a patch of poisonous plants,
and get all tangled in brambles and attacked by ants,
and then trampled by a group of some angry elephants,
and then mishandled while waiting for your face transplant...
Oh, and the plane you were in managed to land,
and you didn't get cut up by a rusty tin can,
And you didn't have a fatal reaction to pecans,
or get skin cancer, in fact you've got a really nice tan!
CHORUS
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9. |
Hind Sights
03:30
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bitches thick as flies
when I'm walkin’ down the street
searchin’ with my eyes,
sensin' infrared heat
scopin’ buns and thighs,
chicks my dick wanna meet,
you in my hind-sights, baby, yeah! (warning!)
lookin’ round the town, for a cheek to clap
for some backs to slap, the other side of your lap
when you goin’ to work , or to see a friend
I'm on the other side , my eyes on your back end
got a special eye to find chicks that's fly
I ain't no wastin' time, below your waist I'm spying
city's ripe with hoes, if you my bro you know
my special sight's gonna find booties shaken too and fro
I got an extra sense for the finest cheeks
on the flyest chicks, yeah they make me weak
the sight make me weep, every day of the week
sometimes twice a day, yeah I sneak a peek
you might think I'm a creep, but I'm a creep with skills
cuz I creep round town , spottin' chicks with filled hills
yeah I got mad taste down below the waist
and I act with haste, ain't no time to waste
all around the state, down town or round weepin’ willows
an alert state, spottin’ poppin’ ass pillows.
CHORUS:
Movin’ left movin’ right, Lil’ hefty, big thighs
in the day or in the night, vision's coming in bright
I got you square in my sights,
cross hairs, you looking tight
you in my hind sights baby, yeah! (warning!)
sneaking peeks at cheeks if they're looking fine, oh, you're in my hind sights,
meet and greet on the street your ass my eyes, oh, you're in my hind sights
hey skinny ass bitches, there's no need to be sad
it ain't only big booties I gonna cup with my hands
I ain't no chauvinisis, I go for lots of misses
Yeah, anybody's sisters, I ain't tryin to diss ya
just better not be some crazy bitch, if you get all nuts
it ain't worth the stick, uh, of my magic dick, uh,
I ain't gonna prick ya, and that's tragic, miss, uh!
and now that I'm on the topic , if you eating on a diet then you better stop it
cuz I need some paddin' once we get a rockin'
when I jam my log in to your female socket
yeah, because I like to hit it rough
and brittle legged ladies can't take this stuff
when I bust my fluff, then their fragile muffs
get all busted up, they get all bruised and stuff
CHORUS:
I got you square in my sights,
cross hairs you're looking tight,
you in my hind sights baby, yeah! (warning!)
yeah you up in my scope, so hot I can't cope
you in my hind sights baby, yeah! (warning!)
if I see you in my range, gonna get you lil’ dame
you in my hind sights baby, yeah! (warning!)
I got you square in my sights, cross hairs you looking tight,
you in my hind sights baby, yeah! (warning!)
Ready, comin’ in steady, gonna bust my head, you, such a fine ass lassy
aim, in the good lord's name, you a first class dame,
yeah, surprised I haven't came yet
desire, getting higher and higher, getting down to the wire, ass makin’ me crazy, gonna have to fire!
How's it goin?
bitches thick as flies
when I'm walkin’ down the street
searching with my eyes,
sensin' infrared heat
scopin’ buns and thighs,
chicks my dick wanna meet,
you in my hind-sights, baby, yeah! (warning!)
SING: sneeking peeks at cheeks if they're looking fine, oh, you're in my hind sights,
meet and greet on the street your ass my eyes, oh, you're in my hind sights
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10. |
Bonus Interview
03:52
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