Cruddy Clique (Explicit)

Cruddy Clique - Naughty By Nature
Ya real worried of the flurries scared as s**t of gettin' hit
You'd think a wall fell out ya
A*s the way you keep shittin' bricks
I revolve around a blow and be in slow
To a quick right
From what ya girl's squeezed
Could match ya age out ya dick size
From now some how comes now street sound
You'll see me toll-free dial one eight hundred
With a beat down
A loss ya can't afford to take stand alone now
I'm the man that come to spank ya
A*s in your own home town
Watch me heat ya up and eat ya quick ya popped Pop-Tart
Flows to rise ya mind to make ya rhyme's pour and stop-start
To hell with all who hates me
Straight up trouble you wait see
I'ma stick you on a cancel list
With double you H T
Ain't lovey-dovey style is stubby nobody's hubby
Plus too f**kin' cruddy to be buddies
And what about the kid they was bustin' him and rushin' him
Hey mane You shoulda listened to
I never f**kin' trusted him
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
So there it is so there it is
Yoo hoo
To all ya rhymin' mother fuckers
Thinkin' no one can get with ya
Put a dick in ya mouth
And when it's out tell me the temperature
I used to be on some next s**t
But now some new s**t
Some def s**t when I do s**t
Some s**t you wish that you did
Now I'ma pimp you like a punk bitch-slap
You like I want
Stick you like a shank now sit up like a lump
You little lily-liver a*s nigger
I'm about to lily-lift ya a*s
Into the river of nineteen
Give-a- f**k how I struck
When I buck and knuckle up
I tell you to deal quick
You don't wanna f**k with the real s**t
I got a hundred and eighteen reasons of n***a's
That'll track the treason and trap the trigga
So now ya figured that I f**ked ya flow
Stuck up ya h*e
Put nuts to the nose Guts will show
What up Nothin' I know
'Cause I ain't havin' all the chitter-chatter
Hit you with the pitter-patter
'Cause on these tracks my style gets bigger fatter
All for the action plus a fan of Michael Jackson
Give him dibs mother f**k
Who face he bought and put on his
N***a's too nosy talkin' that ol' dumb s**t
Bum s**t
I'm the Cruddy n***a you don't wanna run with
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
Oh you don't know
Boom bap smack and there it is
So there it is so there it is
I hang with some killer crazy cruddy
Smack-ya-mother type of n***a's
Quick to split a liver if a tongue flipper's
Against the Rhyme Ripper
Pick a plate a time a rhyme a flow
A feel a vibe
Pick a f**kin' style of your own
Stop pickin' mine
I don't talk jack-shit that I can't pull slick
So feed the cows if you want some M'BULL-SHIT
F**k all I'm tryin' to rank spots
'Cause there's a fright light in the a*s
They're wearin' jock straps for tank tops
Smells like ya ATE A MIDGET
Steppin' from in front of my face
F**k your whole demo and your gimmicks
And don't come up with that ol' buddy s**t
And f**k any b***h that can't hang with a Cruddy Clique