King Gordy - Hey Heystak lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] Yeah, Detroit, stand up Shaaady Hey Haystak, sorry for the delay See we been on tour for the last 48 days We're potluck, you know what I'm saying? I ain't had time to get back to you I been on my grind, grinding But it's time now, I'm back in the studio, for your a** n***a! [Verse 1: Bizarre] We smoke kush and drink malt liquor Crazy white boys meet some crazy a** n***as We pull them triggas, open up your chest Call the EMS, body such a mess It's the fat white boy from Nashville, Tennessee And you ain't heard, 'bout them boys from the D? (You ain't heard?) It's the no fly zone, ask Shane Capone We the reason Whitey Ford didn't make it home Come to Detroit, talking sh** You always talking 'bout pits? Well watch my dogs sit D12 nasty, running the streets You a fake Bubba Sparxxx that can't stay on beat And we a hundred deep, ready to stomp a ho Always screaming "family" but you ain't no juggalo Got kicked off tour, for smacking a girl We'll come to Nashville, and f** up your world And when I see you, I'ma send them slugs You probably wanna get naked, and wrestle in the mud Free my own boy and smoke a little bud Drink some Jägermeisters and get f**ed up You all on camera, showing ten stacks You need to pay Oktaine father dad back We get into a boxing match, I'll put you in a daze And have my nephews, beat the sh** outta Lil Blaze I'm blazing the haze, and popping the pills (Yo Bizarre chill, yo chill) [Interlude: King Gordy] Ayo, chill Chill Bizarre n***a let your high guy get at him King Gordy, Haystak, you are a full blown b**h [Hook: King Gordy] Hey Haystak (b**h) You are really just a big gay f*g (h*mo) f**ing Lil Blaze in his a**, like that, he's a child You like to jack your pit bulls off quite fast With your fat white a** Hey Haystak (b**h) Detroit n***as came to Tennessee to rape that Pretty little mouth that your wife got and you hate that We came to f** your little children as some payback Your rhymes are straight whack (Yeah) Hey Haystak [Verse 2: King Gordy] n***a, Haystak? You're more like stank fat, fake whack, cake rap, ain't scrapped in years Got his face slapped and tears came falling, got his chain snatched (b**h) Face facts, your rhymes are straight whack You are garbage trying to start sh** with Marshall But your rhymes were too awful When he saw you probably laughed so hard So milk shot out of his nostrils But you really want Marshall to be your father Who molested you, want to slob Marshall's nob off God, you wish you could get pregnant hoping Marshall's the papa n***a why did you start up? Why did I even bother? Where's your wife and your daughter? (Where!?) See Jeffrey I'm too vicious And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious Wanted to blow Scarface, took a lot to stop you And Def Jam dropped you ‘cause filling you wasn't possible You're finished when I hit a menace, sh** he'll need a dentist Wishing that he was Bubba Sparxxx's girlfriend's a**istant So he can a**ist in, putting Bubba's dick in her mouth Then take it out, and when he's coming, put it in his [Interlude: King Gordy] You f**ing f*ggot (f*g) Haystak (b**h), hey f*g You're a full blown b**h [Hook: King Gordy] Hey Haystak (b**h) You are really just a big gay f*g (h*mo) f**ing Lil Blaze in his a**, like that, he's a child You like to jack your pit bulls off quite fast With your fat white a** Hey Haystak (b**h) Detroit n***as came to Tennessee to rape that Pretty little mouth that your wife got and you hate that We came to f** your little children as some payback Your rhymes are straight whack (Yeah) Hey Haystak [Outro: Bizarre] Yeah See, enough is enough We tired of hearing you motherf**ing talk Shut your motherf**ing mouth up, punk You diss Eminem, you dissing me You dissing my city, n***a And we can't have that, Haystak, ha ha ha And this [?], we ain't even let loose You know what I'm saying? We gon' let the pit bulls out on your a**, the real pitts Crazy a** n***as, you want it you got it, it's on, ha ha ha And don't worry 'bout Marshall responding He too busy dissing real motherf**ers like Mariah Carey We got you, you light work, b*atch