paroles de chanson Bet Your Bits - Dirty Heads

I make the microphone
I make the microphone oh oh
I make the microphone melt like dicks in to many clits
And yo I'm flippin the track I'm bringin it back
If how many fits and your best to bet your bits cuz your gamblin your wits
Up on the microphone it spits and keep it runnin like the shits
I gotta one has no snake that spits upon tits
need a beat for God sake so I can spit some penmenship
Like a microphone checker
Lyrical rhyme wrecker
You drink and get fucked up
'Till your layin on the decka
So check my new addition
Take a look and listen
Stuck in your head till your bobbin your head pissin
Straight statin debatin a figmitation relatin blatin invitation
Of my conversation that your rapin
All you across the nation waitin for my sensation
Lots of across the nation
You dont have to run off make a fool of yourself
Why you want to comfort test me
You dont have to run off make a fool of yourself
Why the hell would you even try
Cuz it a lyrical masterpiece
When im spittin what i written
If your standin iof your sittin
Must be quittin
And if your wishin new addition
My lyrics you be missin
Skills that i possess
I keep above the rest
Me smoke some canibas
So feel the happiness thats
Commin out of this
Microphone that i holda
I rise to solder
Dirty b dont know ya
And i fdont fuck care
So put your hands in the air and scream
Get the fuck outta here
Cuz the micophone is nothing but a testament holder
A testament is control but the microphone beholder
And as im getting older im quickly growing wiser
Decifering the days of the veracose survivor
Stay true to the mic true to myself
Do it for the love of music not for the wealth
Well im not gonna waste my time
Just a rymin off the head
But now were a permanate one just like said
I got the beastie boys be buppin through my head
Like no sleep till Broklyn
When you put in what your lookin
Your wine to be sweet your wine to be sweet
When we movin' up your feet
Said me one to be nice one to be nice
It's me and dirty b up on the microphone of ice
They call me Dirty B and I'm the one two shaker
I makin' all my moves with the sound from Jamaica
No mistaka true nose breaka master of the auto
I beat ya up take a shit wipe my ass to your face
One time a smoothe operator my translater rhyme cultivator
A full time fader first time purswader best Mc either side of the equator
Bitch I know you dont wanna fuck with me
Oh I know you dont wanna fuck with me