Bay Recovery Movement
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DIABLO, BLOWIN DICKS LIKE A HO
STEPPED OUTTA BOUNDRY YO,
Step to tha bay and try to represent
u a pussy, that just keeps gettin wet,
I KNOW I CAN BET, U AINT THREAT
OVER IN CANADA, WIT A DICK IN YO MOUTH
callin bluffs, nut up, shut up, don't spit it out
u a homosexual reppin to the fullest
while im a true g, reppin bullets,
u gettin cut, need a bandage frum nelly
u stackin up, cuz u gettin a depletion of KY JELLY
nigga u been talkin alot of grip, n head
how much u gonna be talkin, when u dead?
n gone, not comin home,
when u gettin yo nails done, at tha salon
U A BITCH, FRUM UP STATE OUTTA COUNTRY
U BOUT AS DOPE A NIGGA NAMED MUNCHIE
GO LICK SUM ASS LIKE U USED TO
U AINT FUCKIN WIT RIX, U A BITCH TOO
NIGGA FUCK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STEPPED OUTTA BOUNDRY YO,
Step to tha bay and try to represent
u a pussy, that just keeps gettin wet,
I KNOW I CAN BET, U AINT THREAT
OVER IN CANADA, WIT A DICK IN YO MOUTH
callin bluffs, nut up, shut up, don't spit it out
u a homosexual reppin to the fullest
while im a true g, reppin bullets,
u gettin cut, need a bandage frum nelly
u stackin up, cuz u gettin a depletion of KY JELLY
nigga u been talkin alot of grip, n head
how much u gonna be talkin, when u dead?
n gone, not comin home,
when u gettin yo nails done, at tha salon
U A BITCH, FRUM UP STATE OUTTA COUNTRY
U BOUT AS DOPE A NIGGA NAMED MUNCHIE
GO LICK SUM ASS LIKE U USED TO
U AINT FUCKIN WIT RIX, U A BITCH TOO
NIGGA FUCK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I goin N-sain/cuz my rapz r like cocain/alwayz on ur mind & N ur brain/but fuck I can still smoke u like mary jane/but Ill smoke ya even fasta/cuz I aint screred ta blast ya/get me a gun/Ill do it for one/cuz I gotta look out for numba 1/not #2 or #3/fuckem all I gotta look out for me/& tha people who got my back/from Thatcha all tha way to tha Haystack/thatz where I use ta layback/chill & relax/then go ta Food Max/then back ta South gate/down tha Hallowblock cuz their no will hate/then down A Street/bumpin sum kind of bay beat/but I gotta go back/kick it wit Zack/back at home/where I rome/
IMMA DETERMINE THE TIME OF EXPIRATION ON YO EXISTANCE/
U A FILTHY BITCH/ WIT RICHES/
ONLY GETTIN CUT TO RECEIVE STICHES/
IMMA SLICE U WIT A DIRTY RUSTED SHANK/
SO THE TETNICE SHOT U GET WILL MAKE U THINK/ AND RETURN TO THIS LIKE OF HATE/
ONLY TO GET SHOT, AND RETALIATE/
ITS A CUSTOM, WHEN I MUST/ LEARN NOT TO TRUST/
AND DISCUSS/ WIT MY TRUE NIGGAS/
AND SEPARATE THE GOOD FRUM THE ONE ILL PULL THA TRIGGA/
AND TIE U TO THA LYRICAL POST/ BCUZ IM THA HOST/
AND I GOT THA MOST/
THA FORUM JUMP SKIPPED AND I BE THA PIMP/
WIT ALL THE MONEY, CARS, STEAK. AND SCRIMP/
SIPPIN THAT YAC/ GRABBIN MY NUTS. CALLIN MY SELF A MAN/
THE SURVIVIN NIGGA WIT THE INGENIOUS PLAN.....
U A FILTHY BITCH/ WIT RICHES/
ONLY GETTIN CUT TO RECEIVE STICHES/
IMMA SLICE U WIT A DIRTY RUSTED SHANK/
SO THE TETNICE SHOT U GET WILL MAKE U THINK/ AND RETURN TO THIS LIKE OF HATE/
ONLY TO GET SHOT, AND RETALIATE/
ITS A CUSTOM, WHEN I MUST/ LEARN NOT TO TRUST/
AND DISCUSS/ WIT MY TRUE NIGGAS/
AND SEPARATE THE GOOD FRUM THE ONE ILL PULL THA TRIGGA/
AND TIE U TO THA LYRICAL POST/ BCUZ IM THA HOST/
AND I GOT THA MOST/
THA FORUM JUMP SKIPPED AND I BE THA PIMP/
WIT ALL THE MONEY, CARS, STEAK. AND SCRIMP/
SIPPIN THAT YAC/ GRABBIN MY NUTS. CALLIN MY SELF A MAN/
THE SURVIVIN NIGGA WIT THE INGENIOUS PLAN.....
Fuck Boybands
me and my homie Atlantis wrote this a few yrs back when we just gettin rollin in the rap game.. its kinda funny, but i noe some of yall will feel it... so if u hate them cookie cutter bubble gum mothafuckas, grab a 40 and read on...
Dizz:
Shit, a bitch is a bitch and when tha bitch I’m hittin’
is thinkin’ ‘bout you, you know I be trippin.’
Y’all white boys, blonides, on the teen ‘zines,
the only hoez you get is hoez who’s thirteen.
Rap is the shit now. Who gon contradict?
BSB, N*Sync can go suck some dick.
These katz had a show called Makin’ The Band,
but soon we gon have a show called Makin’ Da Grand.
I’m tired of the air time these faggots get.
WE rock da airwaves and da mothafuckin’ net.
Standin’ in the lines and surfin’ up online,
by the time they got to shine, they was probably only nine,
but now I’ma drop a dime.
We back in da game,
fo da luv of money, fuck da fame. We got game.
Speakin’ of da caps, y’all just can’t rap,
and what about Aaron Carter? Man, what da fuck is that?!!
We’ll go triple platinum, take over the clubs.
They hear some of our shit, it’s our shit they’ll dub.
Cuz we got da beats, and the fuckin’ Backstreet,
can’t even compete. So don’t attempt you feebs.
Atlantis:
Westside fiends by all means necessary, droppin dimes like tooth ferries, droppin lines and rhymes commissionary. Combine all my kinds of signs in visionaries. I smoke by da name of buddha, a.k.a. stickity ickity, i’m da #1 shoota. Slug polluta, drug consuma. See me with my khakis and my matching pumas. Catch me in an all black midnight rover. Teen Fiend collaboration, it’s over. Now study the words I just told ya, bitch.
Dizz:
Come one, come all, I got something to say: boybands be kinda gay, frankly they quite lame, cuz all they sing is love and rub-a-dub-dub, but do I give a fuck? Yeah, nigga, what? They on all them posters that hoez be kissin’ but listen, soon, on top, they gon be sayin’ “MISSING!” Ain’t through wit da dissin. They takin’ the gay way. I know half yo fans got no hair on they pussy. So I’ma write a song and I’ma hit da weed, cuz weed, fame, glory is all I fuckin’ need. Don’t let the fame get to yo head, our blazin raps make yall wet the bed.
Atlantis:
Hey yo I hate boybands and all them many fans who comin’ from many lands that shit is plain bland. Always sayin the same shit, makin so many hits, y’all can eat a dick. I’ma make y’all sit da fuck down. I could give a fuck if I clown. I’ma take y’all crown then I’ma be runnin’ town. Always sympathizing, you think youre mesmerizin, when I’m finished wit y’all, I’ma have y’all apologizin. First off, fuck N*Sync. Not even twice I gotta think, I pull a 187 before anyone of you blink. Make ya mama’s weep, after I put ya to sleep, and by the way, fuck them niggaz from da Backstreet. I’ma freeze 98 degrees, you know my steeze, nigga please, I’ma breeze, wonderin’ when I’ma breath. I could give a fuck about some pussy ass faggots, I’ll drop ‘em like a habit, dig ‘em a hole like a rabbit. Girlie ass niggaz be dancin and prancin like them three blonde-haired faggots by the name of Hanson. I’m sick of all this. This shit is ridiculous. Blazed up meticulous, hear my voice articulate. If any one of you cats has the balls to talk back, remember that I’ma smack just because yo shit is whack. And that's really all I gotta say about that. Mothafucka.
me and my homie Atlantis wrote this a few yrs back when we just gettin rollin in the rap game.. its kinda funny, but i noe some of yall will feel it... so if u hate them cookie cutter bubble gum mothafuckas, grab a 40 and read on...
Dizz:
Shit, a bitch is a bitch and when tha bitch I’m hittin’
is thinkin’ ‘bout you, you know I be trippin.’
Y’all white boys, blonides, on the teen ‘zines,
the only hoez you get is hoez who’s thirteen.
Rap is the shit now. Who gon contradict?
BSB, N*Sync can go suck some dick.
These katz had a show called Makin’ The Band,
but soon we gon have a show called Makin’ Da Grand.
I’m tired of the air time these faggots get.
WE rock da airwaves and da mothafuckin’ net.
Standin’ in the lines and surfin’ up online,
by the time they got to shine, they was probably only nine,
but now I’ma drop a dime.
We back in da game,
fo da luv of money, fuck da fame. We got game.
Speakin’ of da caps, y’all just can’t rap,
and what about Aaron Carter? Man, what da fuck is that?!!
We’ll go triple platinum, take over the clubs.
They hear some of our shit, it’s our shit they’ll dub.
Cuz we got da beats, and the fuckin’ Backstreet,
can’t even compete. So don’t attempt you feebs.
Atlantis:
Westside fiends by all means necessary, droppin dimes like tooth ferries, droppin lines and rhymes commissionary. Combine all my kinds of signs in visionaries. I smoke by da name of buddha, a.k.a. stickity ickity, i’m da #1 shoota. Slug polluta, drug consuma. See me with my khakis and my matching pumas. Catch me in an all black midnight rover. Teen Fiend collaboration, it’s over. Now study the words I just told ya, bitch.
Dizz:
Come one, come all, I got something to say: boybands be kinda gay, frankly they quite lame, cuz all they sing is love and rub-a-dub-dub, but do I give a fuck? Yeah, nigga, what? They on all them posters that hoez be kissin’ but listen, soon, on top, they gon be sayin’ “MISSING!” Ain’t through wit da dissin. They takin’ the gay way. I know half yo fans got no hair on they pussy. So I’ma write a song and I’ma hit da weed, cuz weed, fame, glory is all I fuckin’ need. Don’t let the fame get to yo head, our blazin raps make yall wet the bed.
Atlantis:
Hey yo I hate boybands and all them many fans who comin’ from many lands that shit is plain bland. Always sayin the same shit, makin so many hits, y’all can eat a dick. I’ma make y’all sit da fuck down. I could give a fuck if I clown. I’ma take y’all crown then I’ma be runnin’ town. Always sympathizing, you think youre mesmerizin, when I’m finished wit y’all, I’ma have y’all apologizin. First off, fuck N*Sync. Not even twice I gotta think, I pull a 187 before anyone of you blink. Make ya mama’s weep, after I put ya to sleep, and by the way, fuck them niggaz from da Backstreet. I’ma freeze 98 degrees, you know my steeze, nigga please, I’ma breeze, wonderin’ when I’ma breath. I could give a fuck about some pussy ass faggots, I’ll drop ‘em like a habit, dig ‘em a hole like a rabbit. Girlie ass niggaz be dancin and prancin like them three blonde-haired faggots by the name of Hanson. I’m sick of all this. This shit is ridiculous. Blazed up meticulous, hear my voice articulate. If any one of you cats has the balls to talk back, remember that I’ma smack just because yo shit is whack. And that's really all I gotta say about that. Mothafucka.
"FUCK ANT"
Dont ask Y but this rap got me N to writtin my rapz....cuz sum reason sum guy'z up N Cali wanted ta produce it...& rap it sence I live N fucken Arizona but here it iz
Yo Tweek I talked good about u n my last rhyme/
but bitch that waz tha last time /
cuz yo fat ass crossed tha last line/
U little cock suckin yoert slingin bitch ass Hoe /
U need ta do all tha real solja'z a favor & get tha fuck out of tha 510/
But while ur there scrap have fun/
But so u know ur a bitch ass motha fucka 4 what u done/
I thought u were my blood, but u just my cum guzzalin cousin/
Nigga, U were there when I first started buzzon/
When I first started drinkin&smokin/
Faggot, Now I pray u be choken /
on that crack & coke /
& that otha wacked out shit u smoke/
Motha Fucka I had yo back threw tha bad&good/
So U know I would take it all back if I could/
U aint hard foo so quit actin like u from a hood/
Ur parents gave u what ever u wanted u got it made/
But u Mo-fuckin ass stabed me n tha back & twisted tha blade/
But tha pain iz gone/
Now Bitch ass brat Itz on/
But I wont say shit about how u alwayz cried cuz I did2/
But u need ta grow up blood stop actin like a kid-fooh/
Thinkin that ur goina be tha X-Box Champion of tha world/
Oh Yea, let me tell u sumtin about ur gurl/
hehe, see tha rest of us think itz fucken funny /
But she iz only wit u cuz she thinks u got sum money/
Blood She'z just using ur dumb ass dont ya get-it/
& tha word iz that she'z been around alot so who knows who hit-it/
Yo but Ill laugh my ass off if she becomes like Jess & goe'z krazie/
But do u want to know Y she really wantz ur baby?/
Not cuz she "Luvs u" Fuck no dont kid yo self on that shit/
Just think wit a baby what kind of financle hold on u she'll get/
But 1 day she'll prolaly tell u she had-it/
She wont want her baby'z daddy 2 b a drug addict/
So Motha Fucka B glad that ur shootin Blanks/
& 4 all dis 411 Iam givin ya I should get sum thanx/
But I dont want thanx from sum1 who cant grow-up/
Thinkin of ur nasty ass makes me wanna throw-up/
Oh yea, Retard if u cant tell my feelin'z 4 u aint tha same/
& Krysta,Krystle or wat eva tha fuck iz yo name/
U dont want dis Bastard 2 Be ur baby'z daddy/
Hiz dumb ass cant even add-b/
Fake ass Nigga u aint no Gangsta/
all ur doing iz lookin like a pranksta/
dressed like a lickerish whip/
prolaly going ta get capped by sum crip/
Or a scrap like ur self/
U should know suckin dick aint good 4 ur health/
Count how many friends u got umm let me see...NONE/
& Who really gots yo back NO ONE/
No one like's ya we just give u r pitty/
By now u should be feelin shitty/
But I really dont fuckin care/
One day yo bitch ass will find out life aint fair/
U lil pussy ass scrap runnin home/
Leavin my Bro alone/
When 2 black foolz tryed ta jack yo shit/
Cum on ya so called "thug" Y diddnt ya fight back & shit/
Y did ya run home face white as a ghost/
Cum on nigga I thought u were from tha West Coast/
Cum on Gangsta Gangsta North Side/
U aint shit but Pranksta Pranksta No Side/
Fake azz nucka aint got no pride /
No friends no peeps/
& U dont own no towns no streets/
Only thing u be runnin iz yo mouth /
& Bitch we all know u drop down south/
Ta give ur fellow scraps sum face/
U suck cock anytime & place/
U just wanna suck/
U dont really give a fuck/
Buy fo the reel look at yo truck/
At first yo ride was off tha hook/
Look what yo bitch done fo reel take a look/
I know yo pops gotcha a lil shook/
But I feel sorry fo yo dad he made a crook/
U aint nottin but but a low life piece of shit/
& Iam tellin ya sumtin ya wont forgit/
While ur out gettin stoned /
Yo ex lil cousin Iz lettin everyone know that u been disowned/
Dont ask Y but this rap got me N to writtin my rapz....cuz sum reason sum guy'z up N Cali wanted ta produce it...& rap it sence I live N fucken Arizona but here it iz
Yo Tweek I talked good about u n my last rhyme/
but bitch that waz tha last time /
cuz yo fat ass crossed tha last line/
U little cock suckin yoert slingin bitch ass Hoe /
U need ta do all tha real solja'z a favor & get tha fuck out of tha 510/
But while ur there scrap have fun/
But so u know ur a bitch ass motha fucka 4 what u done/
I thought u were my blood, but u just my cum guzzalin cousin/
Nigga, U were there when I first started buzzon/
When I first started drinkin&smokin/
Faggot, Now I pray u be choken /
on that crack & coke /
& that otha wacked out shit u smoke/
Motha Fucka I had yo back threw tha bad&good/
So U know I would take it all back if I could/
U aint hard foo so quit actin like u from a hood/
Ur parents gave u what ever u wanted u got it made/
But u Mo-fuckin ass stabed me n tha back & twisted tha blade/
But tha pain iz gone/
Now Bitch ass brat Itz on/
But I wont say shit about how u alwayz cried cuz I did2/
But u need ta grow up blood stop actin like a kid-fooh/
Thinkin that ur goina be tha X-Box Champion of tha world/
Oh Yea, let me tell u sumtin about ur gurl/
hehe, see tha rest of us think itz fucken funny /
But she iz only wit u cuz she thinks u got sum money/
Blood She'z just using ur dumb ass dont ya get-it/
& tha word iz that she'z been around alot so who knows who hit-it/
Yo but Ill laugh my ass off if she becomes like Jess & goe'z krazie/
But do u want to know Y she really wantz ur baby?/
Not cuz she "Luvs u" Fuck no dont kid yo self on that shit/
Just think wit a baby what kind of financle hold on u she'll get/
But 1 day she'll prolaly tell u she had-it/
She wont want her baby'z daddy 2 b a drug addict/
So Motha Fucka B glad that ur shootin Blanks/
& 4 all dis 411 Iam givin ya I should get sum thanx/
But I dont want thanx from sum1 who cant grow-up/
Thinkin of ur nasty ass makes me wanna throw-up/
Oh yea, Retard if u cant tell my feelin'z 4 u aint tha same/
& Krysta,Krystle or wat eva tha fuck iz yo name/
U dont want dis Bastard 2 Be ur baby'z daddy/
Hiz dumb ass cant even add-b/
Fake ass Nigga u aint no Gangsta/
all ur doing iz lookin like a pranksta/
dressed like a lickerish whip/
prolaly going ta get capped by sum crip/
Or a scrap like ur self/
U should know suckin dick aint good 4 ur health/
Count how many friends u got umm let me see...NONE/
& Who really gots yo back NO ONE/
No one like's ya we just give u r pitty/
By now u should be feelin shitty/
But I really dont fuckin care/
One day yo bitch ass will find out life aint fair/
U lil pussy ass scrap runnin home/
Leavin my Bro alone/
When 2 black foolz tryed ta jack yo shit/
Cum on ya so called "thug" Y diddnt ya fight back & shit/
Y did ya run home face white as a ghost/
Cum on nigga I thought u were from tha West Coast/
Cum on Gangsta Gangsta North Side/
U aint shit but Pranksta Pranksta No Side/
Fake azz nucka aint got no pride /
No friends no peeps/
& U dont own no towns no streets/
Only thing u be runnin iz yo mouth /
& Bitch we all know u drop down south/
Ta give ur fellow scraps sum face/
U suck cock anytime & place/
U just wanna suck/
U dont really give a fuck/
Buy fo the reel look at yo truck/
At first yo ride was off tha hook/
Look what yo bitch done fo reel take a look/
I know yo pops gotcha a lil shook/
But I feel sorry fo yo dad he made a crook/
U aint nottin but but a low life piece of shit/
& Iam tellin ya sumtin ya wont forgit/
While ur out gettin stoned /
Yo ex lil cousin Iz lettin everyone know that u been disowned/
i hit the yoc/and i was on woodies block/some hoes tried to jock/but balhead didnt even stop/hit the gas/and it seemed like he was on a task/skee skirtin/on some dirt/shit my head fuckin hurt/he didnt want to flow/but i let my rhymes go/and then he couldnt stand me no mo/shit lucky he didnt have his fo fo/or else he would of settled the score/waivin at the big gut bitch/just cause she jockin my dick/i didnt even mean too/but the voice said go for it foo/seen some chinker didnt want to sell me east co co shirt/i gues she thought i was a jerk....its over
hittin ninety/like the po po aint mindin/but damn rix rims have been grindin/nigg@ they werent blindin/but if they were clean they would be shinnin/they call him big bear/me lil bear/cause if u saw us u couldnt bare/grab ur bitch by the hair/and fuck her and make her call me the mayor/ene ways/my sister actin like we bout to part familia ways/socked her/cause pokin/actin like she been tokin/i grab the dumb bitch and had her chockin/dad came out like a locin/talkin bout nando what the fuck u smokin
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