One more thing to think about: for all of you mother fuckers who don’t want people to have certain freedoms, whether it be freedom of speech, freedom to leave the U.S.A. to travel abroad without restrictions, freedom to have nice things, material things, whatever: remember this:
Each and every freedom taken away will also affect your freedom. And, once(if it happens)all freedoms are gone, I.T. I.S. Y.O.U you stinking son-of-a-bitch who will scream the loudest once they get a hold of your bitch ass, and take your freedoms as well.
One last thing before I wrap this night up: just because a person is black does not mean that they do not deserve nice things!!!
If you think otherwise, you are one sick son of a bitch who needs to skeet the fuck off my gaddamn page, unfriend me, and kick rocks, B.I.T.C.H.!!! via: #probeatz
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Lyrics:
I’m buggin’
E-ghostbusters
Mercy, mercy, (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy! (ego trip, ego trip), Mercy!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Yep, yep big trucker man’s rollin’ in town
How ya do, how ya do
I got the joint to make ya…(JUMP!)
Because I’m headin’ eastbound
Tired of the merry go round and around
And everybody’s talkin’ bout you’re stuff funny
But they still tellin’ lies to me
I got the trees in my backyard
And it’s hard for them to tell a lie to me
And who’s the foot, I’m the foot but who’s steppin’
(Ain’t no half steppin’)
You know where I’m steppin’
Skirts play wit it cause I’m slick like that
I’m the greatest MC in the world!!
You gots to gimme gimme mine cause I’m heavy when I weigh in
Watch the way I say it (ego trip)
I changed my pitch up, smack my bitch up
I never did it
The flavor’s bein’ butt but brothers ain’t gettin’ it
Get it; or else you’re a goner
When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp
Cause it’s the Chattanooga champ
Takin’ a train…Takin’ a train…Takin’ a train…Takin’ a train…
Now I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Well I’m the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack
For jill
Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
The girls in my saun(a)
Word is born I’m a livin’ phenomenon
Well I’m a better brand cause I’m a superman
I run the block with my circle cause I’m nubian
I got the platinum rust, so don’t even fuss
Cause DJ Paul, he’s down wit us
Now people stop takin’ my stylin’ for a joke
I don’t sassafrass I put the foot up the ass
Sometimes I’m fast, blow off like a seal
When they reminisce over you
For real
Mase chopped the record down to the bone
And now Renee King is on my telephone
But I got the Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey Hey
Cause this type of shit it happens everyday
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(WORD!) Wo, word ’em up
Cause I’m so fly…
Yes on and on
I’m ins like don’t rock my yacht
I got gills like Johnny
Sail at 7 elf (well good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that amazes popes
I am the is equals is cause it’s caught up
When the tides taught me the ropes
No weights for the baits (man I’ll give you four)
For a verb unheard of (man gimme one more)
Alright you got it if you’re special
With a dapper toe tapper when a lot’s goin’ on
(And ain’t a damn thing happenin’)
The answer to the riddle is me and here’s the question
Who can be (fresh)
Who can be (dope)
Who can be (nice)
Who can be (beautiful)
Who can be (word)
Who can be….
Me be the Jericho turnpike bandit
Yes competition try to troupe my way
I sing the song you never heard before
I feed the famine in your mind
So mind ya manners baby
I run a line on ya
Lay ya on the springs then slay ya
All this and a condom cause I be a taxpayer
Promotin’ of a moccasin I skin like Danny Boone
When I swallow hear the (gulp)
So give me room just give me room back the hell up
Back the hell up
Know what I’m sayin’
Or when I run the mic there won’t be no delayin’
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
Blues got the muffin
Eat it
Blues got the muffin
Eat it!!
Intoxicate many wit my talk without intoxicatin’ myself low
So I gots to walk slow but…..
Don’t you get too hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
(Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,)
(Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!! x 4)
Somebody’s cryin’?
I know somebody’s cryin’.
Who’s cryin’?
Yo, somebody’s cryin’ here.
(Trippin’ down the fuckin stairs)
(YEEAAAHHH!)
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