D-Tension - Pretty little whores lyrics

I'm like Jesus to you Rapping to me is like breathing to you In second nature but someone had to teach it to you The flow is hard like a Roman statue I'm in the zone like Tony Rome holdin' chrome go in the back you You're goin' one on one with Vinnie Paz A chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme' henny slimmy bag And that's why AOTP is tied sick Cuz ya'll, ya'll all overrated like Mike Vick An ice pick through you're f**in' frontal lobe Jedi Mind and Outerspace about to run the globe So you should be prepared cause' it's apocalyptic I'll be the first one on the battlefield to co*k a biscuit You in on the statistic, just a mother-f**in crab-rapper Lyin' on the floor, why did I get stabbed, rapper? And ya'll are old enough to see Pingeon It's Vinnie Pazienza with my mother f**in cousin DTOP () We don't aim to please; we in the squeeze just to break your knees Leave you cryin' like a b**h if you don't take it ease Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease (All the pretty little who*es) I'd expect numerous nights, movin the mics, adrenaline rush Move to the left, move to the right Saw my (??) backstage and started losin' my sight So don't run me up with no dumb sh** The fuel ignites, venomous spray, Sixteens headin' your way And if I want you dead in June you surrender in May Black guys and black moons when we enter the stage These feral bones break forever and forever decay The catacomb could pretend that this couldn't weather the storm I'm in the zone, tough as leather where content is the swarm If it's my home, it's whatever let the weapons be drawn I let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan Ya'll ain't close to clever so watch your words Or ya'll goin' to be exposed forever as a knocked-out herb Ya'll fake p**y pomes, ya'll got a lot of nerves Open your mouths once again, you're gonna eat the curb f** it () We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees Leave you cryin' like a b**h if you don't take it ease Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease (All the pretty little who*es) Outerspace Ya'll are like b**hes, I talk vicious Your walk switches and everything you spit is foul My sh**'s ridiculous n***a Every word disturbed from the hood to the 'burbs All my thoughts absurd That's why we chalk up herbs Every syllable makin' them pull their skirt up Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em out into the curb up Son, you better roll when I'm rappin' Every (??) of straight bullet you b**hes are straight tap dancin' We get it crackin' like coke back in the '70s It's 2005 n***a, crack open the hennas now We allowed to say and do whatever So whenever you want it bring it n***a, we do it better And the reason that I know you a prostitute You snitched, sold your soul and it wasn't for a lot of loot I gotta boot and it fit in your a** Truly you're as planetary, put your flags at half-ma** () We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees Leave you cryin' like a b**h if you don't take it ease Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease (All the pretty little who*es)