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Nail in the Coffin (Dirty)

This mother-fucker again?

Just won't shut up will you,

Talkin' bout I owe you,

Bitch you owe me, I'm promoting you right now.

Lets put the nail in this coffin.I dont wanna be like this

I don't really wanna hurt no feelings

but I'm only being real when i say

nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)

and old men have heart attacks

and I don't wanna be responsible for that

so put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignity

I would never claim to be no

Ray Benzino

an 83 year old, fake Pacino

so how can he hold me over some balcony

without throwing his lower back out

as soon as he goes to lift me

please don't, you'll probably fall with me

and our asses' will both be history

but then again you finally get your wish

cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent

fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump

give me a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up

tryin' to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up

and you put Jada on a track, thats how much you suck dick in the industry

swear that you in the streets hustling

you sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing

and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances

and you cant even get the clearance

cause real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious

it's not that we dont like you... we hate you period

talk about a midlife crisis damn

last week you was shakin' obie trices' hand

now he's a busta? what the fucks with that

get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass

and askin' me what i know about inditement, bite me!

Bitch i got 2 case's and probation, Fight me!

what do i know about standing in front of a judge, like a man

ready to take whatever sentence he, has

what you know about your wife slicing her wrists

right in front of the only thing you have in this world,

a little girl

and i'll put that on her

when this is all over

i would never try to make her a star, and eat off her

i don't shit about no shopping rocks

but what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots

When you're the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping

pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers, sticking

them bitches up after spending 6 hours at kinkos

making copies of you're covers of cassette singles

to sell 'em out of the trunk of your tracer

spending your whole pay check on disc makers

what you know about being bullied over half your life

oh thats right, you should know what thats like, you're half white

vanilla ice spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ

If you're that much of a gangsta put the mic down

you should be out killing muthafuckas right now

kill a muthafucka dead, kill him dead bitch

shoot him in the fucking head, go ahead bitch

slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her

she can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you

cause you're broke as fuck, you suck

you're a fucking joke, if you was really selling coke

well then what the fuck you stop for dummy!

if you slew some crack

you'd make alot more money than you do from rap

you'll never have no security, you'll never be famous

you'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a bitch aint it

Rayman, here let me me break this shit down in layman's

terms for you just to make sure

that you can understand this and cannabis they usin' to many complicated

fuckin' words for you

here then let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it slower

let it go dog its over

i don't wanna be like this

i don't really wanna hurt-no-feelings

but im only being real when i say

nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (uh uh)

and old men have heart attacks

and i don't wanna be responsible for that

so put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignityhaha, talkin' about i have muthafuckas callin' your crib

Bitch, you aint evan got a fucking crib

You ain't even got a fucking phone, you fucking bum

threatening to, shut me down at your little fucking source magazine if i come back at

you or attack you

bitch, you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up

And fuck your little magazine to, i don't need your little fucking magazine

i got double XL's number anyways,

and y'all cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than y'all

oh, and by the way how did I look at the VMA's?

when you was watchin me, from what ever fuckin' TV you was watching me from

in Boston, the mean-streets of Boston

fucking sissy

Think you gotta us scared up in this mutha fucka

suck our mutha fucking dicks

oh, and for those that dont know

dont get it twisted

the Source has a white owner!

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