Slappin' Suckas Silly (Original Mix)

[Diamond] Yeah, this is Diamond D this is how it's going down My boys from North Kakalaki, Yaggfu Front, freaking all the stunts It's the Yaggfu Front, freaking all the stunts Stepping with the loot and hitting the blunts (Repeat 2x) [Jingle Bel] I gets mad freaks to this beat, it's a pleasure Grammar leisure, and start motivatin concentratin On the *DJ cuts*, can you hear it? Spin 4th diggin in nuff crates, so great Oh golly jesus snow is handed and demanded so I supply the One of da tings, to da vibe I'm fly, like Jimmy's snooker with ass like TJ Hooker So book em, Dano, voice soprano, break the glass On the mantle, cause my flow lasts for miles like the Nile Make the people say AOWWWWW! And I'm a black man Egyptian lover Pharoah bone dig dugger, skirt tugger, this is butter Cause many bust with gimmicks so now I'm livid So now you're forgiven Cause way back Jack you came slack on the help Why play yourself, go play somebody else! I got the rhymin skills and I gotta The super fat rhymes and lines and I gotta, bo bo For the niggas who pop shit like gum Do come like a penis get kicked, in the anus Play famous, and you gets nowhere (uh-huh) Who cares about a punk who talks junk? You're silly It's the Yaggfu Front, freaking all the stunts Stepping with the loot and hitting the blunts (Repeat 2x) [Spin 4th] Well it's the rippin rebel and ruckus sport the rhymin rap 4th Spin Uncanny most ability to split my verse at will I slam through the home like a photon phaser beam While fools decay like children's teeth on Halloween Straight from Princeton it's ridiculous rhymes live So get up off the beach, cause I'm coming high tide With the force of the fart of a flatulating Batman Obese I release vocal fury (nice sack man) Kick this in Cato, burn this in Waco Trippest in potato, or maybe even microbe Silicon bass like a breast up in Cali Greedy like Rally's, cajun chicken meal Is this kid for real? Am I really ill? No, this is my regular flow So if I was to flip, you'd hear some CRAZY shit Like how, now brown, cow, wow I'll, pow Here is the face, come with the bass Face case and race, you're dead! Get away from the motherfuckin spin So you would ask when did this nigga, begin To get the freestyle, not really, not really Spin 4th fool, I'm smackin niggas silly [Diamond] Ayo I'm chillin with the kids from North Kakalaka Girl you love my bedroom made of black and lacquer So jump to it stunt cause I got what you want And bring three chicks for the Yaggfu front You'll scream "Hallelujah" baby if you let me do ya Just hold ya ankles and I'll run right through ya Moans and groans reverb throughout the house Forget about your worries, your son, and your spouse Lay you the carpet, don't say stop it I got the cord, let me plug it in your socket Tell your moms that you're working late I know you're strung cause the sex is great And tell your man you need money to eat And we can spend it on our weekend retreat No regrets as you wipe your sweat I got the stamina of a Vietnam vet If the trenches, I do it on the benches In the park, when it gets dark Or in the crib, so save the women's lib Cause you got the key, peace from Diamond D Woooooooooooooo! (Repeat 4x) [Damage] Flavorific, to be specific hot damn I'm spicy There's four of us my dick is long a-bolish niggasaurus I absorb it cause I'm forest, sporest, fuck you I span the globe to storm like Hurricane Andrew Super rhyme ripper clipper break a nipple tweaker A friction equal when she meets the big heat seaker We could cruise booze when I swing my verbal news Extra extra lyrical setter tears your sneakers with no feature It's the creature from the swamp, as I romp on rabblerousers Trouble make us take a stand, as I command the sample houses We don't pillage and raid, we take a plate and then rotate it If it's rugged then we scoop it then truncate it then we loop it Then we drag it, the kids from Cakalak are comin with force Mr. Spin the broken reigner, and my man from over the chorus And the man whose name stands for, massive wide destruction It's my instruction to combine incredible rhymes and spits ill production It's the muddy marsh givin creeper, passin the grim reaper Your mother and my closet keeper *beep beep beep* excuse me that's my beeper So I think you hear me knockin and I'm comin in with the crew That creates more tracks, than horses make glue So, on with the who, and ninety-one to willy nilly Huh! Damage slappin motherfuckers silly