Detestible

[Sample taken from the motion picture 'Planes, Trains & Automobiles] Car Rental Agent: How may I help you? Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey, fucking, cheeks! [Verse One: Pip Skid] Hey shit face tell me where the rent went Ahhhh, I gotta vent my resentment Playin' music loud, daan daanan dant With no respect for the rest of the tenement I'm back, full of letters that I never sent I need medicine, fuck you let us in It's wild game like venison A lot of things to do I don't do like the president Menace in the inner city swing a mini bat Just like Smitty only listen to gritty rap Too much hugging and kissing will bring the pitter pat A little feet, a kiddie seat and a bitter Pat And there'll be none of that Yeah let me run it back Wise like a funny crack Never with the yellow happy face sunny crap Run up in the bank and then flee with the money sack [Hook: Yy] State fed don't need to fake shit Break Bread Eat cake, beats to break shit They feds gon' bleed the fake shit Break Bread We take beats and make shit [Verse Two: Yy] We're incredible You're not credible Turn your back catch you squealing to the federal Wait a second though, fire is what we set 'em all Go against your word, hang you higher than we let it go Detestable, prior to the Pip crew Blended in, not admired but we slipped through Now we firing, so you drip when you get to Yy is going too fast, Pipi's going to hit you He's got a stop sign You gotta stop cryin' Get depressed like your face from a hot iron Not dying for the race Stockpiling First place credit, either dead it or we rottweiling Not smiling, tear it up when we drop by A lot of chit chat writ, that's a hot lie Pot pie, chicken shit, bet you're not quite In it for a minute for we set it on sight [Hook] [Verse Three: Pip Skid] Turn beats into songs like beets into bosh Ain't nothing short of a chef with a full course Move into court with the push of a bull's force Shit stuck tight, eeeh never pull's off Reap off the benefit With the pen of Pip Lost count of the dues I've paid it's been a bit Legs like a centipid Get my vegetables Hit your guest, you need to eat the testicles We the detestibles, we play with your heart Serial killer who's too lazy to start And a good fart still make me laugh for a minute Love hip hop not the half wits in it Pass the spinach I'm mean I'm mean You sit around with ?? magazine While the rap scene Need to do more than writing More rock, less doc less pillow biting [Hook] [Outro: Pip talking] Yes! Yes! That's Yy. Make you check out his Turn The Gun project on ah...Faltone Records. It's called 'Rap Day'. Featuring Gumshoe Strut, Yy and Cutdown. Shit is blazin'. Yeah, Winnipeg. I-I-I gotta stop listening to all this Gangster Nip. I think I'm losing my mind. Haha. Hey Hunnicut. Take us out of here