Saigon - Pushin' Buddens lyrics

First things first
This nigga Joey is the worst
I'll unload a clip in his head
Put him in a hearse prior to the jerk
Releasin his lil verse I went on the Internet
And did me a lil search
I got on his website
Took a look at the forum
This nigga got some white kids
Makin up lines for him here I am thinkin'
"I wonder what he gon do with 'em?"
His record came out and this
Mothafucka was usin' 'em
That should be a crime you had enough time
He even called Royce Da 5'9"
Asked him for lines
And this is why I don't take this guy serious
He bi everything, bi-polar, bi-curious
Wasn't he actin' like a
Gangsta at the Applebee?
When his man got slapped he blamed VladTV


And I ain't a battle MC
But nigga wanna battle me
Fuck it, I love it
Joe Budden's my first casualty
I notice he thinkin' he smart like
He can think me apart
How he The Brain when he's Pinky at heart?
Look, now the nigga frontin' like
Thuggin' somethin' he used ta
Watch when it gets hectic
He turns into Martin Luther
I'm a two time felon, a full time shooter
Loser, talk shit and hide behind a computer
You rhyme about guns, you never used a Rutger
Playin' with Sai' is like sayin'
"goodbye" to your future
You wasn't the man when you did have a record
Dropped by Def Jam
Desert Storm now you desperate
You got a nice like buzz on the message board
But, you shit is collectin' dust
In the record store
Now you givin' us a reality show
Starrin' little Gay Tray and that raggity ho
You tapin' your friends talkin' I'm
Out of the state tourin'
Entertainin' this cause the game
Is straight borin' talk about Austin
I ain't with the bitch, I don't give a shit
Trust me it's nothin' important
You made Just all this money but you a dummy
Where is he on your new shit?
Why he ain't do shit?
I got 10 Just joints, super exclusives
Nobody will be in the Mood for your Muzik
How is he lyrical? This coward is pitiful
Talkin' 'bout he doin' it
Big on Amalgam Digital
This nigga is frontin', listen to my voice
He was dropped
He is not independent by choice
Makin' homo jokes, well hardy har har
But, it's ya son playin' with Barbie dolls
Pa joey you better buy 'em a basketball
Before you catch the lil' nigga suckin'
Dick in the bathroom stall
I heard Slaughterhouse
Crooked ripped you to pieces
All of 'em did, you was the weakest
You lack the iron and the niacin
But, you be poppin' Vicodin frail mothafucka
You need to be poppin' vitamins
Now it gets frightening
Niggas said I fell for the bait
I cross his old ass over like Iverson
You talk about jail but from
The look in your eyes
And the fact that you frail
I know you couldn't survive
The ones that get raped in the prison?
The light skinned, scrawny niggas like you
So play your position
Okay now I battled you, now you gotta box me
Scared Humpty Hump ass nigga?
I ain't Shock G?
Take away the mic this nigga
Is a coochie mayne
I slap this bitch like Gucci Mayne
You in the barbershop beggin' Fab
To be on his mixtape
Knowin' that he nut in your bitch face
Your flow you don't own it
You stole Grafh flow, everybody know it
Just go and listen to Focus
Now can you name five people
That felt Touch & Go?
Don't worry, I'll waithell fuckin' no!
He tried to diss Hov thinkin'
You would get on he took you and he didn't
Even have to respond
Fuck that I'll end it a better way
I have him the letter 'P' now
Here is the letter 'J'
Joey just jots in his journal
No jackin' no jugglin', just
Jerkin' his jimmy, joey is a gerbil
Joey?, jig him in the jugular
Jap him in the jaw
Jet to Jersey or we jumpin' ya
Jackass is jealous I'm the
Jason of the jungle
I'm the Jesus of the Jews
You Judas's are in trouble
The juvenile in the jail for
Juxin' jokers for jewelry
But, I'm the Weapon X
Yep Joey you're Jubilee "You win"
What you say? "You win" that's right
"I want to take the time out and
Apologize to umto any of um
Any Joe Budden fan out there"
Back to business '09 joe Budden always
Wanna battle niggas and shit
That's all he can do when
Are you gonna write a
Fuckin' good song nigga? I only
Know one song you got
Matter of factfuck it i ain't
Done with this nigga

Pump It Up this nigga Budden a slut
Be gettin' fucked in his butt that's
Why he be sayin' "Uuugh"
What kind of grown as man be sayin' "Uuugh"
Fuck that
He called me out and now it's "Uuuugh"
Boxin' gloves off, mask and glove "Uuuugh"
And I'm back faggot he threw the first tap
Worst rap I have ever heard that
Crap it was weak, it was nerd rap
You deserve that slap that Ran
Gave your man brother
Amalgam writin' checks your ass can't cover
Takin' me to a battle
I'm takin' you to the ring
As soon as he hear the ding
He won't be sayin' a thing
But, I hear he a fag either way
Nothin' he could say after eatin' Fab DNA
Now the whole world knows Tray's gay
But blame you dude
Cause you the dick head that
Put him on Youtube
He's the one who brought the kids into this
And that's why this faggot is finished

Done i ain't doing this shit no more nigga
You go ahead and make a million fuckin'
Diss records i'mma see you
Nigga hold your head
Ransom you got Ransom jammed up man
Gettin' niggas locked up faggot
Go ahead and make
Some more diss songs that's all you know
How to do anyway nigga i'm back to
Business i make real music dumb motherfucker