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ShitzWackYo Video (MV)




Performed By: Terrence Wood
Language: English
Length: 5:06
Written by: Terrence Wood
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I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
Hold ya hat when this dirty bul raps
I ripped the beat at Club Heat and pier 34 collapsed
I'm always hittin, always shittin and spittin
Critically injure you the day before your benefits kick in
Lock me in a tiny cell with sixteen bars
With a box of Snickers I'll eat sixteen bars
Drink, sixteen drinks at sixteen bars
Get on sixteen open mics and spit sixteen bars
Yo, Wildwood, Whitmore Skillz, I'm number one
I make a grand entrance in a bowtie and cummerbund
When I kick it, I flow like water out of spigots
I come and shake shit up like a nigga got Rickets
Nigga, your a buffoon I'll rip apart your tune
I spit flows so wet your skin starts to prune
Never take my kindness for a weakness like I'm lagging
Cause this crouching tiger is a f*ckin hidden dragon
Pants sagging, Timbos dragging, girls I'm shagging
Lyrical slaughter, here's a quarter, thanks for bagging
Don't quit your day job to f*ck with me rapping
Or you'll face a chastisement like one you can't imagine
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
Ayo my battle raps lock shit down just like Sing Sing
My battle raps like getting kicked in the ding ding
Sip my beer, smash you over the ear with my Yuengling
Just like the Rodney King thing, then take your bling bling
Want punch lines, ding dong, I deliver'em
That hit you hard enough to throw you off your equilibrium
To hear Side Effect on a raw beat rhymin
Is like hand feeding raw meat to a lion
Niggas rhyme on me like they got the ill flow
That's like stomping on my foot while I'm wearing steel toes
I can't feel ya, I blow the spot and nuke them bastards
Heard me, I dirty as Cooter from Dukes of Hazzard
And bitches need to realize that maybe ain't a promise
I'm raggedy, you faggoty as Adrian Adonis
One liners and punch lines I got a handful
I roll with a 2 live crew like Luther Campbell
I trample, I shit on tracks, for example
Giving a new meaning to the term stool sample
I spit flames igniting microphone wires
I blow up and catch wreck more than Firestone tires
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
I rhyme for the inner cities when I spat my spitties
Ya style is softer than a pussy laced with titties
My raps George The Animal Steele ya track
With a hairy ass back and a hairy ass crack
Side takes the gold medal at any Olympics
Then take it to my jeweler, ice it out, forty inch it
While I was out tourin with Wyclef and Lauren
You was at your dorm jackin off to shemale porn
Any nigga gets torn when I'm on a funk beat
I grow my fade back and dye it with a Kwame skunk streak
Niggas, still get ate up, cause niggas they know I eat
Like I'm Lil Lucky who got invited by Cousin Pete
Yo before I tap your piece I throw a hat on my beast
Bust hard on her teets, then the god be east
Can't, do me nada, Side'll spit diction that's hotter
With the same conviction as a Muslim taking the The Shahada
Ain't another nigga ill as me up in this era
Who be writing and reciting torrid trilogies of terror
Call the bul Dig Raw if you have an occassion
That requires professional microphone manipulation
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
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I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
Hold ya hat when this dirty bul raps
I ripped the beat at Club Heat and pier 34 collapsed
I'm always hittin, always shittin and spittin
Critically injure you the day before your benefits kick in
Lock me in a tiny cell with sixteen bars
With a box of Snickers I'll eat sixteen bars
Drink, sixteen drinks at sixteen bars
Get on sixteen open mics and spit sixteen bars
Yo, Wildwood, Whitmore Skillz, I'm number one
I make a grand entrance in a bowtie and cummerbund
When I kick it, I flow like water out of spigots
I come and shake shit up like a nigga got Rickets
Nigga, your a buffoon I'll rip apart your tune
I spit flows so wet your skin starts to prune
Never take my kindness for a weakness like I'm lagging
Cause this crouching tiger is a f*ckin hidden dragon
Pants sagging, Timbos dragging, girls I'm shagging
Lyrical slaughter, here's a quarter, thanks for bagging
Don't quit your day job to f*ck with me rapping
Or you'll face a chastisement like one you can't imagine
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
Ayo my battle raps lock shit down just like Sing Sing
My battle raps like getting kicked in the ding ding
Sip my beer, smash you over the ear with my Yuengling
Just like the Rodney King thing, then take your bling bling
Want punch lines, ding dong, I deliver'em
That hit you hard enough to throw you off your equilibrium
To hear Side Effect on a raw beat rhymin
Is like hand feeding raw meat to a lion
Niggas rhyme on me like they got the ill flow
That's like stomping on my foot while I'm wearing steel toes
I can't feel ya, I blow the spot and nuke them bastards
Heard me, I dirty as Cooter from Dukes of Hazzard
And bitches need to realize that maybe ain't a promise
I'm raggedy, you faggoty as Adrian Adonis
One liners and punch lines I got a handful
I roll with a 2 live crew like Luther Campbell
I trample, I shit on tracks, for example
Giving a new meaning to the term stool sample
I spit flames igniting microphone wires
I blow up and catch wreck more than Firestone tires
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
I rhyme for the inner cities when I spat my spitties
Ya style is softer than a pussy laced with titties
My raps George The Animal Steele ya track
With a hairy ass back and a hairy ass crack
Side takes the gold medal at any Olympics
Then take it to my jeweler, ice it out, forty inch it
While I was out tourin with Wyclef and Lauren
You was at your dorm jackin off to shemale porn
Any nigga gets torn when I'm on a funk beat
I grow my fade back and dye it with a Kwame skunk streak
Niggas, still get ate up, cause niggas they know I eat
Like I'm Lil Lucky who got invited by Cousin Pete
Yo before I tap your piece I throw a hat on my beast
Bust hard on her teets, then the god be east
Can't, do me nada, Side'll spit diction that's hotter
With the same conviction as a Muslim taking the The Shahada
Ain't another nigga ill as me up in this era
Who be writing and reciting torrid trilogies of terror
Call the bul Dig Raw if you have an occassion
That requires professional microphone manipulation
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
I done heard a million buls claiming that they spit the raw, the hardcore
But your shits wack yo
You said you had the fat flow
I heard it I was like, what's up with that yo?
Shits wack yo
Best to tighten up your beats and your rhymes
If you wanna f*ck with mines cause your
Shits wack yo
Yo I'm coming from the doe, lettin niggas know
Fasho that your Shits wack yo
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Writer: Terrence Wood
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