paroles de chanson Diseases - Smut Peddlers
Yo,
whattup
E?
Yo,
whattup
Starbuck,
what's
goin'
on?
Yeah,
how
you
livin'?
Yeah,
you
know
just
smokin'
every
day,
whassup?
Yeah
let
me
tell
you
hip-hop's
wack
man
Yeah
I
know,
say
word
All
these
MC's
got
diseases
Yeah,
they
got
like
frostbite,
there's
a
bad
plague,
baby
MC's
got
delusions
of
grandeur
and
such
Yeah,
man,
yo
we
gotta
tell
'em
whassup
Now
go
make
a
record
and
go
rob
a
bank
Now
you
got
Cool
C-itis
to
thank
Copped
that
advance
but
lost
that
check
Must
be
due
to
Alzheimer's
onset
Go
up
in
the
label,
when
honies
start
feelin'
ya
Hobbes
you
better
catch
some
R
felia
And
female
rappers
don't
have
a
chance
Need
flow
augmentation
and
mic
implants
Yo,
you
went
to
bed
with
that
hoochie
redhead?
Caught
half-steppin'
'cause
she
got
a
peg
leg
Shot
your
milk,
she
didn't
swallow
it?
That's
'cause,
girl,
was
lactose
intolerant
Smoke
with
E,
you
gonna
have
fun
Oh,
but
by
the
way,
leave
with
collapsed
lungs
Try
and
spit
but
nothin'
comes
out
Braindead
MC's
all
got
cotton
mouth
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
You
with
wifey
dog,
get
a
car
from
Sonya
It's
likely
you'll
catch
Nokia
phobia
You
shiverin'
from
ice,
hold
a
mic
device
It's
most
certainly
some
rappers
frostbite
Go
up
in
the
club,
in
moderation
'Cause
online
you
be
catchin'
Peter
Geisha'n
impatient
Ha
ha,
rollin'
trees,
only
got
seeds
Man's
puffin'
crystals,
green
with
envy
Rhymin'
for
the
loot,
to
get
some
mass
You
a
prime
candidate
for
a
heart
bypass
You
online,
think
you
the
dopest
Geek
caught
a
case
of
wack
Internet-a-tosis
Startin'
rumors,
check
the
tabloids
Caught
a
Blaze
haze,
maybe
source
hemorrhoids
Wack
on
stage,
with
off-beat
ailment
At
a
show
catch
a
microphone
impalement
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
Scrub
your
hands
fifty
times
and
wash
the
smut
odor
Obvious
obsessive
compulsive
disorder
Up
I
got
downers,
down
I
got
uppers
Now
chuggin'
Pedia,
sure
for
fuckin'
suppper
Step
to
E,
no
microphone
contest
Soon
learn
about
inferiority
complex
I'm
stuck
on
hip-hop,
can't
get
a
fix
Till
Mighty
Mi
deals
me
a
dope
remix
Now
I'll
supply
prescriptions
Come
to
the
motherfuckin'
spot,
if
you
havin'
wack
visions
Writers
block?
Just
can't
flow?
Hit
you
off
with
a
double
mic
hydro
You
goin'
gold
if
you
got
the
patience
Son,
check
in
you
got
rap
hallucinations
The
surgeon,
wack
MC's
I
carve
up
Hip-Hop
med
school,
Dr.
Starbucks
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
This
be
a
list
of
hip-hop's
diseases
Too
much
ice
gon'
have
shorty
sneezin'
Too
much
'dro
will
leave
a
kid
wheezin'
Head's
too
big,
stab
you
up
for
no
reason
Yeah,
E,
I
don't
know
I
still
don't
think
they
know
Smut
Peddlers,
Cage,
in
the
house
Mighty
Mi,
in
the
house
Yes,
indeed
all
the
dirty
people,
in
the
house
Yo,
you
better
go
get
checked
Go
to
the
clinic,
'cause
you
got
somethin'
Don't
say
you
got
nothin'
'Cause
we're
all
diseased,
right
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