Chores) He Raps..He Sangs.. He do his thang.. He does..We does.. Everythang you wish you was.. its T-wayne (its T-pain).. Bang(Bang).. He Raps..He Sangs.. He
how many stupid MC's I've dissed But if the commence to try me I won't buy it I'll look them up and down and I'll say "Don't even try it" Cause I can
of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby
ghetto child, He can't shoot and he can't go run them out, There's no school and the kids go runnin wild, The police and the court wanna run them out, He
was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't
and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us,
this hip hop shit's infested Too many niggas sexin the mic, they not protected Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested The surgeon general rap
record spinnin' his favorite songs Now he's bangin' my shit on them same tables that he played 'em on nigga (Sing along with it, if you didn't hear it
thin I realize I ain't shit Huh my brain ain't twisted it's just the pain I can take it all them years wasted [Chorus: x2] Can't take it back can't
in fingers Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer Fuck the rap, fuck the
swing it And party people, sing it [Chorus:] Treat me right I'll treat you good Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man "Can he come out? Can he come
he put down the mic and picked the guitar up Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow Left his boys in the House Of Pain It was the wisest decision he
redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he
feat. Cee-Lo) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] His name's, Doom They wonder just who is he But don't wor..ry, Believe me he'll get busy When it comes, to poetry he'
blood and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants
get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate I ain't
die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't
, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't
