Copywrite

Copywrite - Badabing lyrics

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[Copywrite78]

Oh yea, yo wutchu want, got wutchu need?

It's Copywrite ha ha ha word up

Yo, yo the best this year

To bless this here mic til your brain burst

I'll guest appear twice and the check will clear three times from the same verse

I was always a demon

I took the form of a fetus the second my pop's balls spread his semen

Lost my marbles at six

Fuck swollowin my nut, I make bitches gargle my piss

Bench-press and take over spirits with my fuckin' lyrics

Since seven my reflection wouldn't show up in mirrors

And every club that I rip, groupies tuggin my dick

I make songs I'd love, even if it wasn't my shit

Y'all drop drugs, generic and bland

Sucking the cocks of Biggie and Pac while tryin to inherit they fans

And may God bless the soul of every rapper murdered

Except for the cats I served

And if they were wack then they deserved it

Show me a thug, I'd permeate one

Duck from the son of a gun born from the barrel of a 38 snub

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing

I'm a psycho with a pump

And a rifle in the trunk

You got ten seconds to run, I never liked you from the jump

I drop madness, give whore's jaw practice

Want advice? send your demo to Bob Saggit

He'll laugh at it, the audience will vote for it

HELL you might even win the fifty grand, go for it

This slut's mine when it's fuck time

I'm man enough to cum in her

but not man enough to take care of what's mine

Emcees with heart

Come in peace then leave in parts

You rhyme the tightest? I'll pull your seams apart

I must have an everlasting battery between my heart

Cause I shine the brightest, when I'm not even charged

You ain't no emcee, you're a border-line fag

With your boyfriend's number written in your rhyme-pad

You talk a lot of gossip

Only time you move the crowd

is from the front row of your show to the parking lot to vomit

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing

I preach each word on the mic like it's my last word i'll recite

So I'll be famous tomorrow if I'm murdered tonight

Playful with this shit

While you're bluffin to your bimbo

Leave your razor at the crib, only thing you cuttin is a demo

I ain't waitin, spit it after me

Talkin shit behind my back, ain't hatin

That shit is blasphemy

You're trash to me

Far from clutched with a verse

SO BATTLE ME

And leave with a garbage truck for a hearse

Half Italian

Half Irish

All cast-iron

Even if I'm the first to blast

I'm the last dyin

Stand in the middle of a battlefield without a shield

Prepare, I could stare at a bullet and shatter steel

Tear, any rapper out there, that's how i feel

When I steal more now than I did without a deal

Rob your crib, take all your shit, hop out

Leave a thank you note signed Copy

The Warner Ridge drop out

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada bing

Yo let me know

Where's your crew

Round 'em up, roll 'em out, send 'em through

Bring whatever you gotta bring

(Let's do this shit) Bada fuckin' boom, bada)

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