GDP - Quintuplets lyrics

Ya catch the back last from paragraph Laugh and its little rapper trash Got the powdered bags stashed in the caravan I sneeze on cats like there's dandruff in their fur They leave it up to their manager to do the work Might have some punch lines but i dont see the fire in her eye They think life is eddy murphy party all the time So let the vocals ...(?) Crystal clear on his mic, but crystal meth on his mind Record labels got more up their sleeves than just dirty arms Its a disconcerting mob Everybody wanna be rappers and talk about themselves like superheros Ur group is a crutch and ur producers a wierdo Got room to grow, whered your career go? No where, cause u sound the same u did years ago... King of the underground Every song is like album, each albums sacred The word play makes sense in ways that can't be explained So just play that, funky…funky Its crunk bu*ter bubble gum s**er MC's Get left like the bodies exhibit Knows karate plus a shotty and biscuit Bra** knuckles, switch blade, swiss army, a kitchen A stiletto a screwdriver and some scissors Hit the lab all winter, new jams And we can battle if you wanna get embarra**ed in front of your friends Got your chicken head all impressed Punch her in the titty, down shifting in a benz She come on stage and then I came on stage. Run trains like (?) Black like Obama GDPs like the dark side of the force, on the dark side of the moon Spark the dark side of the spoon, put it on the far side, shoot… Hand me a tie, she keeps pa**ing me by I'm never getting a job and I'm never going to die Married to the game of quintuplets She doesn't listen to know one, doesnt respect nothin Young kids be like GDP, I relate to you (thanks) I tell em that's what happens when you pay your dues There's some things that money can't buy And for everything else there's armed robbery and homicide The king is some sh** some folks don't even know about But the few who do feel honored just to smoke us out Gold label on the house no doubt Girls book me in their towns just to put me in their worthless mouths… We smoked an L Useless. Useless, useless. Pistol Pete, Slangcorp, run for mother f**ing cover, literally, lit-trally, litrally. Aoi