Heltah Skeltah - The Art of Disrespekinazation lyrics

P! (Ha ha) haha
Yo, listen

These niggas can't write (Write)
Plus they pants tight (Tight)
And they sweaters small, fuck it
I'm better ya'll
Go against the God, that's the wrong move
What you want pa? Dope or dog food?
Smile, it's a celebration bitches
I just got back
Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass
All ya'll, can we do a
Track? No, quit hollering, i'm shitting
Niggas trash, I'm wack-tose intolerant
My gun pop niggas, one shot nigga
I run out of shells
Then straight Ong Bak niggas
Fuck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo
I'm a beast, you a bitch like Tickle Me Elmo
Word, my taste buds and your taste
Buds will never taste bud
Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting butt
Niggas homo thugging it
Clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it
We already changed our mind, you
Almost was a bitch, pussy

RuPaul ass nigga
This nigga got on fucking man ban

Since niggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames
(Fuck outta here, man
Looking like Leroy from Fame and shit
K'nah mean, your sweatpants, they
Got little pockets, you bitch ass nigga)
Niggas ain't got no respect for the game
So we ain't got no respect for you lames

Rap ain't selling, crack ain't selling
So, it's back to armed robberies
My bat sting melons
Take it back to Decep', back out the hammer
Fam i ain't talking Hammer blam fam
I'm talking hammer, damn, call an ambulance
No fuck that, I'm letting the cannon blam
Have that man smoking like it's Amsterdam
Dammit, man, I go in your hood and get love
Huh, you, you go in your hood and get mugged
Bitch bastard, don't go to son crib
His shit bugged wire tapped
This chump got a mic in his pimp cup
Got a mic and a pimp cup
Catch a right from the fist, chump
Leave a non smoker choking when
Lighting this bitch up
Still Bozos, get knocked the fuck out
Miguel Cotto verse Zab Judah, I'm worse
Pass me the luger, bong!
Stupid, your whole crew's snakes
And your jewels fake
Give me some news break, and some tooth paste

Fuck outta here, man, this nigga
Got Gucci Mane furs, man
Like, ass nigga fuck outta here, duke

Since niggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames
(Fuck is an umbilical cord, man, everything
You do is bummed out, man
From the bootleg shoes to that nasty
Ass Ed Hardy sweater you got)
Niggas ain't got no respect for the game
So we ain't got no respect for you lames

Listen, it's big drama, nah
It's little drama
Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama
When I fucked Rihanna
Ain't use no 'umbrella'
When the bitch have twins we
Naming 'em both Ella, ella
Aye, I'm just joking, maybe I'm not
I'm just smoking, maybe it's pot
Maybe it's coke, maybe it's both
Only way to tell, muthafucka, hah
Take it and toke, p
Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke
I'mma stick to reefer, smoking hood bitches
Keyshia Cole
That's the way it is, I'm a 'slim thug'
'slim' and 'shady'
But, I'm not from Houston
Not that white boy from Dre team
But, I worldwide circus
Fuck chicks for sport
I didn't know that was your bitch I caught
Huh rapper, acting like I stole
Beyoncé Knowles or something
No, that's just a biatch ho

Chump, look at him that's your girl?
Pfftttt (Haaaa, ha ha ha ha ha)

Since niggas like disrespecting the game
Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames
(Say something, my nigga k'naw mean yeah)
Niggas ain't got no respect for the game
(You love her)
So we ain't got no respect for you lames