Michete - Bacon lyrics

Always talking ‘bout your money but you're never paid Always talking ‘bout your girls but you're never laid Acting like you run the game, you ain't never played Situation going south, Everglades Forever slayed, I ain't talking ‘bout dragons You don't measure up, Bilbo Baggins I am gagging, b**h, I'm gagging I got hella tricks, what you got Silly Rabbit? Manslaughter When I read you like a book, b**h Harry Potter Look around, I don't think I see nobody hotter All you f*ggots mad thirsty, need a bottled water Slick like an otter and I'm known for being shady All these b**hes are my daughters, call me Carol Brady White boys in the cane think they're Slim Shady Ain't no rap god, you ain't f**ing with Hades I'm a real b**h, tell me why you're faking Ain't about sh**, stop that Ricki Lake-ing Think you're too hot? I think you're mistaken Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Every time I hear you rap, that's a damn shame Leader of the not doing sh** campaign b**hes can't hang, like they got a loose noose Michete been a bad b**h since Blue's Clues Come correct with the rhymes like Choose Goose I am the who's who- go against me, lose-lose Yes I do snooze, please let me slumber You got a problem with Michete, take a number You whack f*ggots never touching my vernacular All you do is bite, like your name was Dracul-er Spectacular, go ahead and try me You couldn't get sick if you had HIV No IV, but I still draw blood You are Clueless, tell me where is Paul Rudd? Game over b**h, see you in the next life Now you're pushing daisies like Donald Duck's s** life I'm a real b**h, tell me why you're faking Ain't about sh**, stop that Ricki Lake-ing Think you're too hot? I think you're mistaken Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Say you're going ham, b**h I'm going bacon Yay! Play my single, can't stop like a can of Pringles Your rhymes are mad rocky, where the f** is Bullwinkle Fake as Kris Kringle, b**h you sound like Kraft Singles I'm over your head, flyer than a damn Wingull Tingle Tingle kooloo limpah, let me map it out You got no idea what I'm rapping ‘bout I'm a bad b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, hah