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CussWords - Too $hort
Written by：Too $hort
So you motherf**kers thought I was gonna change my style

So what are you saying todd

To all you b**ches hoes and all that sh*t
Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit

It goes like this my name is hort
I'm tearin sh*t up like never before

Pimp slaps makin snaps
Cold cash money and too hort raps
Oakland california that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do I'm gonna tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't really sh*t
Wanna roll so hard all of the time
You and that b**ch playin too hort rhymes
If you aks me what it's all about I'll say it's about that money
But if you aks me could you have some I'll say it doesn't concern me

Ronald reagan came up to me and said do you have the answer

To the united states economy and a cure for cancer

I said what are you doin in the white house if you're not sellin coc*ine

Ask your wife nancy reagan I know she'll spit that game

Like one night she came to my house and gave me a blow job

She licked my dick up and down like it was corn on the cob

What is life it is too hort
I play the b**ches like it's a sport
Yea I'll play the b**ches just like y'all
Like dr j played basketball
You can call me too don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll f**k your wife
You see I'm not proper I'm rarely polite
Too hort too hort don't say it tonight beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987

I was in my drop to caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a b**ch named helen

Nasty b**ches around the world I wrote this rhyme for you

You might not like my rap but I'm tellin you b**ch it's true

So much death in the oakland streets
Am I gonna live till next week

Will I get shot by a d**e fiend

Tryin to get high tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say cause I don't know why

People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say man you still alive
Cold as hell the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper so unique

Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back or relax
Till he knows I'm the best at the mc rap
Till he knows too short set the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherf**ker can't spit straight game on the mic
Cause he's worse than a fag or a frisco dike
He's a sucker mc I call him punk
You try to spit that rap you can scratch that junk
You little punk a** boy wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin but I'm takin all you sucker mc's
To the end of the world and push you over
Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover
If I ever said a rap tryin to cap on you

I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east oaktown
And the look in your face when you're lickin that tooth
Could make a grown man die laughin at you
Cause you're a no rappin no rhymin
Played out fake a** simple simon
I never understood one word you said
But you're swearin up and down that you're killin em dead
There's only one thing I wanted to know

Sucker motherf**ker where's the joke
I'm the player of players just call me pop
My name is too hort no I don't stop
I just don't stop mackin don't stop cappin
Don't stop rappin now you see what happens
Your mind is gone your crew just cut
Sucker mc I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak your rap the same
And when it comes to game you are lame
Never even heard of too hort baby
Hit oakland in 1980
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin sucker mc's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her name is betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a ph d don't even stop
In the back like that goin top top top
I won't say white girl won't say she's black

She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat rock with me

Let me tell you what I be
I'm a mc rapper a mc rapper
A big bank roller and a cold cold capper
Hey baby I got this rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up to what I'm sayin
I'm a oaktown mack b**ch I ain't playin
To all the home boys doin time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you can't get out and you're mad as hell
Say beeatch now make it sound for real
I'ma tear sh*t up if I get the chance
I could give a f**k less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now I'm so great
I was born and raised in the golden state
Call me t o o if you say hort
I'ma rap my a** off till you give me some more
Big bank now just make me rich

B**ch b**ch b**ch b**ch make me rich
Check out my style baby I don't quit
I heard this freak say that's the sh*t
He took the cake f**ked the rake
Too hort baby damn sure ain't fake
But the sucker mc's are screamin loud
Sayin sir too hort shut your mouth
How can you talk about me and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak
So I keep on rappin if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
B**ch and b**ch he's a mc right

Ain't sayin nothin but he's holdin the mic

F**k with me and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause I'm the coldest mc on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap you never heard
So fresh again with cusswords
Motherf**kin sh*t f**kin with me
F**k a skank b**ch and a sucker mc

All you bastards got the claps
And f**k you punk cause you still can't rap

Cusswords just let em roll

Motherf**king sh*t god damn asshole

Cusswords just don't quit
Motherf**k you damn shithead b**ch
It's too hort on the mic and it don't stop

And it don't stop and it won't stop beeatch

Check out my style