La-di-da-di

To all the stupid in the house
You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before
You said they couldn't do it but
This is for Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two: Grand Whiz and Little Jimmy

That you are now in the place to be we gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005
Kickin' it live speed
'Cause I got it locked and dealin'
And you are sick of all them
Rappers bitin' their rhymes
Because we nee-need back stabbers

When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Muhammad
And there is no proof there
And they are sick because we know how fuck the product
Weeeeeee
We crossed we're in the P-P-Paul mix
We're the big bomb

I wish I knew more than I could ever wish to know
And to show you some clear soul (damn straight)
So all you know the man says it would go a little something like this

Oh ladi-dadi-dadi
We like to party-party
We're always causing trouble-trouble
Bothering everybody
We are just same men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch
Yo we grab that shit tight

Fuck all of you, y'all who's going to hell
Just keep on smillin' and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin'
And that's what we create
Because that be our mission

So listen close to what we say
Because (what) this type of shit it happens everyday (what)
This type of shit it happens everyday (what)
This type of shit it happens everyday

I wake up around 2 in the mornin'
Did a lot of coke, strechin' yawnin'
Went into a bathroom to wash up
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch

I said mirra, mirra on-on the wall
Who be the top-choise of-of them all?
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted, the mirror said

You are, you conceited bastard!

Well, that's true, that's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap
And I brushed the gold teeth
I ch-ch-changed my clothes
Spiked my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear

And for all the little girls that I might take home
We have the johnson's baby powder and the polo cologne
Fresh-dressed like a million dolla's
I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla'

Stepped out the crib, stopped short
Ahhh, nawww shit
God damn
Shit I forgot my fuckin' kangol

Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley
(Uh-huhh)
God damn bitch played hard to get
So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit

Don't cry, dry your eye
Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight
Because her mom stepped up from behind
Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye
Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet
Slammed the girl on the hard

Oohhh bitch was strong, momma's gone
Something seemed wrong, now what's goin' on
I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her
She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrr

She grabbed me hard, around my cock
Her arm broke out 'cause I had the chicken pox
Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said

Why don't you give me some play
Stop avoiding me like you is gay
I wet my pants whenever you say
Ooh bitches love me 'cause they know that I can

Jimmy, jimmy, jimmy can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid
Ooh on and on and on and on and (word) whatever (shakazulu)

I said, (played out) I'm gonna give her a kiss
I said, you can't have me, I am too young for you miss
She said, no you are not, then she starts to cry
I said, I'm 18 and she said stop lying

Seriously, go ask mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrr

Pow

Okay people, we're telking about Kenny Muhammad
The human orchestra
I'm not jokin' ya know
He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin'
With the hardcore verbal beatery

Beatbox criminal, top of this category
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