Sidesplittaz - Splatterball lyrics
rate meYa looking down tha street and ya see me comin'<br />
Small fuckin nigga wit da mic<br />
And I'm bustin out these rhymes for you to hear<br />
So wipe away that mofo tear<br />
Don't cry I know that I scare you<br />
But I don't mean to scare you<br />
Don't think of me as dangerous<br />
But I am slightly notorious<br />
Like Moses I part and then dart<br />
Fast fuckin' nigga with hands like hearts of steel<br />
That is so I can hurt<br />
Don't cross tha lines or I might stab you to death<br />
Another murder under my belt<br />
Don't matter 'cause I gots a big bels<br />
So I see yo ass next I'm bustin'<br />
But I"ll pass tha mic and let Keith start cussin'<br />
We didn't give up so now you shut up<br />
It's been 3 years and now we're speaking up<br />
You might have more talent, might win a beauty pageant<br />
But once you had a band and now you haven't<br />
Couldn't take it<br />
You thought that you would make it<br />
On stage you had to fake it 'cause you really were naked<br />
But not us!<br />
You don't see us cry<br />
We didn't give a shit when we were ostracized<br />
We spat it back! SideSplittaz attack!<br />
Vijay is black, and were blacker than that!<br />
You won't see us buried it ain't in our vocabulary<br />
Ain't gonna stop till we pop yo cherry!<br />
H.M.H.A.R.R.Y.<br />
Guitar playing high-guy always never know why<br />
His playing is bitchin' he's got an addiction<br />
When he gets on the floor his dancing is affliction<br />
His parents and the pigs they got him pissed<br />
This guitarist broke his mofo wrist<br />
Running away like my nigga O.J.<br />
But he put up a fight like my nigga Cassius Clay<br />
Bones will heal and thieves will steal<br />
When it comes to pain we know how he feels<br />
But now he's back on tape number 2<br />
Let's Make Love was our first tape (true)<br />
You think he's white when he's actually black<br />
You lost something and don't want it back<br />
Everyone slows down while I get faster<br />
Everyone knows I'm the real pussy master<br />
My mind is smashed and my body is spent<br />
If I had my own place I couldn't pay the rent<br />
I write these rhymes to pass these times<br />
They're not all good, neither's my mind<br />
My sense of justice has been perverted<br />
Thoughts become distorted, contorted, sordid<br />
So what should I fuck? My life, this chick, what?<br />
I'm wrecked, sliced and cut and cut