Body MC's

HOOK I body emcees Whether they John Gotti emcees Or party emcees Snotty emcees Or naughty emcees Gulls too: shawty emcess There's no comeback You ain't Rocky emcees You sorry emcees Ya'll got me mad like Yosemite-Sam... Rappers act hard like nipples--but they soft as mammary-glands Man-to-man...I'll cuss you out like bitches-you-call Steal ya equipment in an inconspicuous-U-Haul And you won't do shit-you "just lookin'"--like chicks-do-in-malls... Huggin' on my nuts like my britches-too-small I'm dissin'-you-all-Mary Jane's keepin'-me-sane... I'm so nasty...radio even be bleepin'-my-name! These emcees-is-lame...fukk what-your-crew-did Broke ballers...askin' how much-for-too-ribs I Puff-more-than-BIG...gettin' the munchies-serious So no matter what I'll always be a hungry-lyricist Got every emcee in this country-fearin'-this Ya whole crew 'just sucks' like freak honeys-on-they-periods I'll put cyanide-in-ya-cup...my car's like a hearse Cuz so many emcees died-in-my-trunk... HOOK I slam rappers like white folk-in-mosh-pits Whatever ya'll spoke that was dope-ya-squad-bit... All I need is one quote-to-drop-kids Cuz they top heavy like chicks I stroke-with-large-tits Everything you wrote's-garbage...like Roc's-diary I'm like volcanos....everything I bust is hot-and-fiery You mad cuz every kid on ya block-admires-me And every dame say " I want JUGGA's rock-inside-of-me" I got society-twisted--smokin lah-to-be-twisted Prolly in need of intense psychiatry-visits Ya'll do the same shit--I try-to-be-different And I don't even have to get high-to-be-lifted My lyrics transcend tangible time-and-space One bar's worth more than ya Rolex diamond-face You versus me? I don't have lines-to-waste That's like Webster and Michael Johnson try'n-to-race Lopsided--you can purchase my shit or not-buy-it I'm still slick like any set of lips where my cock-glided Known to let almost any chick who's hot-ride-it I start-riots...so why the fukk would I try to stop-violence? I drop-science like I'm flunking-at-midterms Got niggas shook like they owe something-to-Big-Worm Bitch-learn you'll get-burned like scratched scalps That get-permed...so sick I season my food with-germs HOOK I'm beatin' niggas down...makin' their-bitch-watch-it Make emcees disappear like Blair-Witch-Projects Rip-optics make ya bitch throw-a-fit like she tossed-her-clothes Got you scared like claustrophobes in a box-that's-closed Rockin'-shows stuff them Optimo-Sports...I'm the shit like the turd I just made ya ass drop-in-yo-shorts Blockin'-yo-thoughts like The Roots played-tackle The only chance you got to be ill is win an AIDS-raffle I Rhymed-tight Blaze-Battles Unsigned-Hype Take emcees out in two sets of twenty like hind-sight The only lime-light I need is for trees in natural-leaves From the South but don't confuse me with these Master-P's I smash-emcees-- rip ya tongue-out... You must be constipated...cuz ya shit won't ever come-out My rhymes are like a good baby dad-I never run-out Indie now...but I'll get picked up like I got my thumb-out HOOK