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Scoop of Dirt

Quelle Chris
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Ladies and crackers Niggas and gentlemen The Ohs original cruddsters in the tenement Antonio Vargas Flyguy chain big shit High big spliffs Up the window break the rental in Trash laced with pizzazz Walk with the sane relate with mad Q Chris sipping on piss The only thing neat is the Knob Creek Q Chris sipping on piss The only thing sweepstakes's is the MD two zero backslash twenty Mad dogs Mae heathcliffs cross the street Riff Raffs flag a cab Catch me outside how bout that I maneuver the game of life and mousetraps Threw some crudd on it make that good snap back Pulling her rat yack Throw a little dirt on em Throw a little dirt on em Spill my beet drink and rub my stink feet on the laminant Stalker fans come through and examine it Make songs with my fam and they jamming it Slap the phone out ya hand for Shazzaming it Into a pile of vomit Hip hop ahmet ertegun See me like damn same shirt again I don't care who act funny trying to rank If there's money in the motherfucking bank and a tank full Q can roll a dank like an ankle We're thankful Give praise to Puerto Rican Jesus Run straight to the mirror and squeeze puss All I see is black heads and white heads Keep my shirt on Not sexy enough like Right Said Fred Strutting on stage with swamp butt Hunchback posture and gut Looking like the number 6 If I bend down might see crack like when the plumber comes to fix With B.O. use cologne to try and mask it Go so hard might blow a gasket Singlehandedly lowering all the greatest rappers caskets Throw a little dirt on em Sprinkle a little dirt on em splash a little dirt on em Flash a little dirt on em Throw a little dirt on em Sprinkle a little dirt on em splash a little dirt on em Flash a little dirt on em Fire off five shots, and a maniacal laugh then point the six shooter in your stache, and run down viable paths for said bullet. Lex Luthor minding your ass And then pull it. I'll give you a dirt bath, your forever home, as I tip in your body from back in the Hertz man, no one ever know (I keep secrets) Heathcliff, double life without the rapes constructing like Hephaestus, if the reference lost, look up your Greek shit Was the moniker, While Mmenoch's busy, I'm busier, shape shift Vivica A face, manslaughter like friends of Monica Fuck your Rachel, Phoebe, Ross chronicles, Khadija Max, Kyle bae honest tho Hakuna Matata not now, Omarosa not now vamanos, gotdamn Feel like The Babadook in his top hat, on a rainbow float in a crop top cause take what you owed, And make it your own, and throw the dirt up on em.