INSPECTAH DECK - House Nigga (Joe Budden Diss) lyrics

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First off all, you a blog thug, YouTube goon

HOUSE NIGGA! Your food get chewed up rude

I see you like to put your world online

Ain't nobody checking for you, they checking for your girl's behind

While your homey in the bedroom, lust in his eyes

While you filming dumb shit, they probably fucked a few times

Wow, how you Slaughterhouse? You barely get a nod

I'm convict benching, daily in the yard

So I'm built like Optimus Prime, you couldn't see me

With binoculars, I'm, way ahead of you, obviously I'm

Bet at you, Deck show him how to properly rhyme

He on mine, like he didn't see the property sign

Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day, physically dump

This nigga's life's a publicity stunt

But, he think he fever, I ain't a believer

Def Jam chucked him, they ain't feel him neither

Why are you talking like the Morpheus of rhymes?

When my first shit, sold more than all your shit combined

Worshiping Tahiry's doing something to your mind

I should get your tummy tucked, just for jumping out of line

Man, really? Name me three Joe Budden songs?

Don't worry, I got time, I cut the song -

Oh, oh man, umm, three Joe Budden songs, umm...

Damn, uh, the - Pump It Up!

Uh, agh - ahh, shit... this for a hundred thousand, too?

Ahh, I'm bout to blow the shit!

Ahh... did I say Pump It Up?

Oh, oh -

Still waiting, Resident Patient, stay sick

Basic, the truth's on, face it, taste it

Hunt it to the head, make him retract statements

My next move, probably increase your hatred

Take it how you take it, HBO Bodie

State wide ain't nobody rocking no Joey

I'm a legend, Meth let you live, I'm a set it

And I ain't on the phone but you get the 'text message'

I'm a rep til the death, with my life put on it

If it's dollars, then it's cents, then I'm likely on it

I'm deep in the pits, where the trife be on it

Only hood you be in, got Nike on it

HOUSE NIGGA! You don't see the strips

Your fuzzy house shoes underneath your bitch

And I ain't got to talk bout Gloria Velez

Stalker ass nigga, you was calling her, obsessed

Computer love scrub, think you safe behind a desk

Like we won't call Redman and get your address

Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston

Eyes all swoll when the God repute them...

Like we need ghostwriting, muthafucka, we the titans

You catch your head cracked with no dice, man

Hood like the dollar van, Taliban carrying bombs

Verbal onslaught, warhawk, blowing your flag

Throw in your towel, there's no chance, load up the mag

Hold down the Shao', return home, holding your dome

Glorious king, I wish you would

HOUSE NIGGA! Couch gangsta, think you Suge?

Nah, you the fiend out, halfway house cat

Missing tooth rap, touch Deck, I doubt that

"Pump It Up" was wack, you swagger jacked "Scenario"

All that other trash, couldn't last in my stereo

Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks, couldn't beat Meth

Couldn't beat Jay-Z, what you got left?

I show you what substance is (uncontrolled, nigga), ruggedness

Like fifty ATV's, label me G

You a HOUSE NIGGA! Take your slippers off, Microsoft crook

Never seen a juks, never seen your wifey cook

Never seen you sitting with your seeds reading books

Wanna show the mass, that ain't work, so you sold your ass

Showed the world you lame and no control you have

You Google MC, your feet the only 'sole' you have

Act like you strong in the pits, up north

Get your manhood took, right along with your kicks

Like you got it going on in The Bricks, nigga please

Only ones know the words to your song is your kids

And this here, won't even boost my career

This is kid's stuff, plus your name ain't big enough

I said 'fuck it, I'd do it for fun'

Have 'em like 'Damn, Deck, why you do it to, son? '

Cause he, stupid or drunk, loose with the tongue

Plus fronting like he want it, should of knew what become

Ask around, who dispatching the raw, throw our name on the scale

My side probably crash to the floor

Cause I'm heavy like the classic Ford, before I fall

I will shoot, stab, kick, bite, scratch and claw

I mean fistfight, grab and all, I'm a get like

That's for sure, I'm a give right after the brawl

Small timers, too late for you to come up

You won't get a name off me, you get done up

HOUSE NIGGA! You don't get your hands dirty

They don't respect you outside of Jersey

They don't respect you outside of Jersey, man

Nobody fucking knows you

You trying to disrespect the legend

We king size in this shit, man

Understand that, I go to muthafucking Germany

Japan, Honolulu, France, Ethiopia, Croatia

Niggas know my muthafucking name

Who's you? Who's you?

They don't respect you outside of Jersey

Bow down to the face of greatness, muthafucka

Yeah, you better recruit everybody

The war is on, nigga, the war is on, nigga

Johnny Blaze, you know I got you, man

This nigga is fish food, straight up fish food

You wanna swim with the sharks?

I'm waiting for your response, nigga

Five minutes long, next time I'm a give you eight

A dirty eight, straight to the face

Holla back, nigga