k**a-kc - Move Around lyrics

Verse 1 Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer I'm on some low ish, I'm fed up wit the being broke ish I'm not to joke wit b**h, I don't sell crack, I smoke it My brains dusted; I'm disgusted at all my habits Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' like, "Who want it?" Thug and crook; every drug in the book I've done it My 9's at your frame,is that your chain? Run it Who wants to die of an overdose of excessive flavor? Aggressive nature got me stickin' you for your Progressive pager Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer Stole your mom's Acura, wrecked it, then sold it back to her ( Right right right ! ! ! ) (( Ding ! ! ! )) The doctors you'll need after our battle are known as psychiatrics I'll tell the nurses to hold a bed for you, and I'ma make sure you come back for it So barricade your infants, put up some extra fences A woman beater, wanted for repeated s** offenses ( Ooh ) ..Take em' on long vacation trips Kidnappin' em' and trappin' em' in abusive relationships Mess up your face and lips Slit your stomach and watch your gut split Chorus Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter)) Mama don't you cry, your son's too far gone I'm so high, I don't even know what label I'm on I'm messed up, feelin' like an over worked plumber I'm sick of the crap, what's Dr. Kevorkian's phone number? ( Ha.. Hot ) Verse 2 My fully loaded nine will shoot through your metal door Have ya n***a's far and out like white kids at grocery stores (AHHHH!) Battle Bizarre and it's just too deadly Even a rapper with amnesia who met me still couldm't forget me If I don't get all my f**in dough Y'all gonna see more fights and spits then the Jerry Springer show Cause I'm a nasty, dirty, filthy b**h For ten rocks even a ba**head with AIDS would s** my dick Cause I'm quick to snatch a n***a out his Polo I'm the reason n***az come ten deep and end up leavin solo (I'm by myself!) Meet losing ya'll n***az must be buggin We can battle for ten minutes and let your cousins be the judges I'm the illest rapper to come out thus far I'll shoot anybody; even the b**h who gave me CPR Step to the Outz and end up getting burned f** around and get raped like one of Bill Clinton's Chorus Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter)) Mama don't you cry, your son's too far gone I'm so high, I don't even know what label I'm on I'm messed up, feelin' like an over worked plumber I'm sick of the crap, what's Dr. Kevorkian's phone number? ( Ha.. Hot )