't even understand it Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for
!) [Cha Cha] It's the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz Cha Cha Cha, y'all Cha Cha Cha You cannot lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah Put the barrel on
nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong) Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse
abortion murder for sport For the fake patri-OT, ain't no questions asked 'Specially, when the babies kill each other for gas Known to blast on a menace that don't
time I'm the first choice In the rhyme, I'm no prancer, so what? Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, G, don't jack me Don't pack no axe like a
men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin Catch cases
, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A
face that lack respect Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G So leave me alone I'm in the
rock it, you can't stop it Poll in ten years, I'ma walk away a prophet You don't stop, I stop styles in the attic Kick the fat flavor that you can't
C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time nigga don't you ever spit my name cha and thinking
Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know
got to watch yo back 'cause that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid Now them people got ya worried, I handle my business Full of that fire, don't give me no prayer, don't
m like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch They gone read
be the player that I be once again call me The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't
't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cos you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lotta sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Stet can lose it Too
cos I don't hang with no bustas, I don't hang with no fags I don't hang with no connivin' ass niggas who ain't out there makin' cash Sho nuff don't
and clear up the point I'm tryin to make don't want no bustas around me playa hatin or actin fake don't ever be wantin nobody to get to close I don't
'em down on the way to the ground ain't nuttin but the hog in me Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G It ain't no problem (?) funk off (?)