Jus Daze

Jus Daze - Badaba lyrics

rate me

Got a lot shit for me to prove I'm the nicest

Dynamite sticks in ur ass, but no hype shit

ME, I FREESTYLE BETTER THAN WHEN U WRITE SHIT

Dog I'mma kill you, you might get your Mike Vic'd

IT DOESN'T MATTER RACE, I'mma half white PRICK

But UR GIRL APPRECIATES THE TAN COMPLEXION OF MY DICK

U BETTER CALL A PSYCHIC, CAN I GET A MIC CHECK?

U AINT A RAPPER CAUSE U WRITE RHYMES ON UR SIDEKICK

I'm A TRUE RAPPER... DRESS LIKE A DON DAPPER

U FULL OF SHIT LIKE U WERE INVENTED BY JOHN CRAPPER

I'LL SLAP YA... FUCK IT... IF HE DIES, HE DIES

IF HE doesn't THEN I BET THAT HE BARELY SURVIVED

HIP HOP IS REVIVED, CAUSE OF ME... THE BLOCKS LIVE

SO U BETTER TAKE THE BACKSTREET, BOYS, LIKE FAGGOT GUYS

I paid for the supersize so I ain't sharin my fries

But ur a fruitcake, so take the apple pies

AND I'll decide to shoot you, ur flow is so doo doo

U'll be the first fag that ain't die from AIDS on Mcdougal

Or take you to bowery and beat u down hourly

UR JUST TWO PUSSY... LIKE TIA/TAMARA MOWRY

Rappin this phat, it's hard to burn a calorie

Old school terminology, I dare you try to battle me

If u know me, I'm your favorite, even tho I ain't famous

I'm hot dogs from nathans, cookies from Amos'

So sick, I might even be on the plague list

I'll fuck ur bitch in the studio like Nick and Norah's playlist

Record the whole thing... the shit'll be a moan track

You'll prolly SCREECH when u hear how we were both PRO-ZAC'd

Sno dat... I'm a bowlegged nigga

Cocky cause that's how your legs on the bowl nigga

I spit rhymes tryin to fulfill my goals nigga

I'm bow-legged so I call my nuts my BOWLS nigga

I gotta gift, something everyone should kno...

Cause presents always looks better with a bow

Juice beats gave me this beat... and it's off we go

Off with his head & takin tags off of toes

I've made friends enemies & friends off of foes

I meet a bitch, real quick, comes off her clothes

Yo...

They bitches say I'm cute... plus good at rap

So I turn their panty liners to a fuckin wet nap

Dead that... get back

Head lap... ex lax

In other words I get brains for the shit I drop on tracks

Can you fuckin do that?

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