Last American Rock Stars - Hey Haystak lyrics

Yeah, Detroit, stand up shaaady
Hey Haystak, sorry for the delay
See we been on tour for the last 48 days
We're potluck, you know what I'm saying?
I ain't had time to get back to
You I been on my grind, grinding
But, it's time now, I'm back in the studio
For your ass nigga!

We smoke kush and drink malt liquor
Crazy white boys meet some crazy ass niggas
We pull them triggas, open up your chest
Call the EMS, body such a mess
It's the fat white boy from Nashville
Tennessee and you ain't heard
'bout them boys from the D?
(You ain't heard?)
It's the no fly zone, ask Shane Capone
We the reason Whitey Ford didn't make it home
Come to Detroit, talking shit
You always talking 'bout pit's?
Well watch my dogs sit
D12 nasty, running the streets
You a fake Bubba Sparxxx that
Can't stay on beat
And we a hundred deep, ready to stomp a ho
Always screaming "family" but you
Ain't no juggalo
Got kicked off tour, for smacking a girl
We'll come to Nashville
And fuck up your world
And when I see you, I'ma send them slugs
You probably wanna get naked
And wrestle in the mud
Free my own boy and smoke a little bud
Drink some Jägermeisters and get fucked up
You all on camera, showing ten stacks
You need to pay Oktaine father dad back
We get into a boxing match
I'll put you in a daze and have my nephews
Beat the shit outta Lil Blaze
I'm blazing the haze, and popping the pills
(Yo Bizarre chill, yo chill)

Ayo, chill chill Bizarre
Nigga let your high guy get at him
King Gordy, Haystak
You are a full blown bitch

Hey Haystak (Bitch)
You are really just a big gay fag (Homo)
Fucking Lil Blaze in his ass, like that
He's a child you like to jack your pit
Bulls off quite fast with your fat white ass
Hey Haystak (Bitch)
Detroit niggas came to Tennessee to rape that
Pretty little mouth that your wife
Got and you hate that
We came to fuck your little
Children as some payback
Your rhymes are straight whack (yeah)
Hey Haystak

Nigga, Haystak? You're more like stank fat
Fake whack, can't rap
Ain't scrapped in years
Got his face slapped and tears came falling
Got his chain snatched (Bitch)
Face facts, your rhymes are straight whack
You are garbage trying to
Start shit with Marshall
But, your rhymes were too awful
When he saw you probably laughed so hard
So milk shot out of his nostrils
But, you really want Marshall
To be your father who molested you
Want to slob Marshall's nob off
God, you wish you could get
Pregnant hoping Marshall's the papa
Nigga why did you start up?
Why did I even bother?
Where's your wife and your daughter?
(Where!?) see Jeffrey I'm too vicious
And them rhymes you were
Kickin' were quite bootylicious
Wanted to blow Scarface
Took a lot to stop you
And Def Jam dropped you ‘cause
Filling you wasn't possible
You're finished when I hit a menace
Shit he'll need a dentist
Wishing that he was Bubba
Sparxxx's girlfriend's assistant
So he can assist in
Putting Bubba's dick in her mouth
Then take it out, and when he's coming
Put it in his

You fucking faggot (Fag)
Haystak (Bitch) , hey fag
You're a full blown bitch

Hey Haystak (Bitch)
You are really just a big gay fag (Homo)
Fucking Lil Blaze in his ass, like that
He's a child you like to jack your pit
Bulls off quite fast with your fat white ass
Hey Haystak (Bitch)
Detroit niggas came to Tennessee to rape that
Pretty little mouth that your wife
Got and you hate that
We came to fuck your little
Children as some payback
Your rhymes are straight whack (yeah)
Hey Haystak

Yeah see, enough is enough
We tired of hearing you motherfucking talk
Shut your motherfucking mouth up, punk
You diss Eminem, you dissing me
You dissing my city, nigga
And we can't have that, Haystak, ha ha ha
And this, we ain't even let loose
You know what I'm saying?
We gon' let the pit bulls out on your ass
The real pitts crazy ass niggas, you want it
You got it, it's on, ha ha ha
And don't worry 'bout Marshall responding
He too busy dissing real
Motherfuckers like Mariah Carey
We got you, you light work, biatch