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Okay children, for today's vocabulary test
Who would like to stand up and share
With the rest of the classroom?
The definition of the word, 'dictate'
Ohh, me, me, me, please
Okay Jason, go ahead, stand up
And give us the definition of the word 'dictate', okay?
You know Ms.Johnson, dictate
How's my Dic Tate?
My minds constantly in money gettin' mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin' eighty, it's all gravy on the phone gettin' throat
From the padro [unverified] to that hydro
From that sticky to that icky
Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150
Killer talkin' trash
Tell 'em boy come and get me

They been bumpin' for some minuets
They some bitches evidently
My city represents me like fifty thousand albums
They eat it up in the ville like x-pills and valiums
God damn, you did 'em so dirty
Jumpin' up out of the back of that back 430
I shit hotter then fish grease
Strong as a pitch [unverified]
Bitch please
I'm none of them fake MC's
That sees their enemies and run like hoes
Nuthin' to fear but fear foo confront your foes
And tell 'em
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Crippling competitors crushed my opposition
Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention
Like ten, hut, hut, hut, shovin' threw the club
Hollerin', what, what, what, what?
Crunk and I could give a fuck
Sipping syrup got me slower then molasses in December
May as well show my ass in the morning I won't remember
Why my hand hurts
How I got this cut above my eye
Holler turned to squabbling
With fools from another side
Fist will hurt your pride
Bullets hurt your sole
When they jumping out of your body
Because you're bleeding out of control
Oh no, I can't go out like this
Layin' here with my drawers full of shit and piss
You ignorant son of a trailer park tramp
Who in the fuck do you think I am?
God damn, you only get one more warning
Then you're goin' to sleep but it ain't gonna be no yawning
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
If I could make this verse as hard as the other two
This song would be a banging mother fucker dude
Haystak, alias Moonshine, Big Stak, mista Mac
Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back
Even in showers, even at picnics
My clicks thicker then brick mix
Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks
Who jumped on your dick 'cause your record was hot
Found out where your family stays, can't blow up the spot
Huh, what
Can you say clothes in the yard?
Bitch dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to God
My old lady got more heart then the majority of them
IF I don't like it I go in the source
Say it in public and fuck 'em
It wasn't no accident or homicide, I purposely buck 'em
The fuckin' snitch sold out my cousin got him busted at customs
You like 'em but don't trust 'em, fuck 'em but don't love 'em
If you really think he's bluffin' take the gun away from em
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?

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Haystak (born Jason Winfree) is a rapper native of Nashville, Tennessee. He is most renown for his style of rapping he refers to as "white trash", that talks about growing up white, poor, and in the South.

Early life

Haystak was born to teenage parents, raised by his grandmother, and grew up in the poorest environment. As he got older, Haystak began engaging in a life of crime. But all that ended after being arrested on charges of drug possession at the age of 15.[citation needed]


Music

Haystak began rapping after being released two years later, but no one gave him the chance to prove himself. So Haystak took a daring chance and joined a local label called Street Flava Records and producers Kevin Grisham and Sonny Paradise. They produced his debut album, Mak Million, in 1998. With his description of the southern way of life from a white boy's point of view, Haystak won the respect of his peers in the underground rap scene and was recognized by the people of Nashville, both white and black. Two years later, Car Fulla White Boys came out with many fans waiting eagerly. With his success, Koch Records signed Haystak and rereleased Car Fulla White Boys that same year. In 2002, Haystak's third album, The Natural, was released on Koch. Since then, Haystak's fame has grown greatly, and he even played a small role in the 2005 film Hustle and Flow.

Discography:

Year Album Title
1998 Mak Million
2000 Car Fulla White Boys
2002 The Natural
2003 Return Of The Mak Million
2004 Portrait Of A White Boy
2005 From Start to Finish
2005 The New South
2006 The Southwest Connection
2007 Crackavelli
2008 Hard 2 Love
2008 Cracks The Safe
2009 The Natural II
2009 Came Along Way
2010 Easy 2 Hate

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