Saigon - Pushin' Buddens lyrics

[Verse One]: First things first, this n***a Joey is the worst I'll unload a clip in his head put him in a hearse Prior to the jerk, releasin his lil verse I went on the Internet And did me a lil search I got on his website, took a look at the forum This n***a got some white kids makin up lines for him Here I am thinkin', "I wonder what he gon do with 'em?" His record came out and this mothaf**a was usin' 'em That should be a crime You had enough time He even called Royce Da 5'9" asked him for lines And this is why I don't take this guy serious He bi everything, bi-polar, bi-curious Wasn't he actin' like a gangsta at the Applebee? When his man got slapped he blamed VladTV And I ain't a battle MC but n***a wanna battle me f** it, I love it, Joe Budden's my first casualty I notice he thinkin' he smart like he can think me apart How he The Brain when he's Pinky at heart? Look, now the n***a frontin' like thuggin' somethin' he used ta Watch when it gets hectic, he turns into Martin Luther I'm a two time felon, a full time shooter Loser, talk sh** and hide behind a computer You rhyme about guns, you never used a Rutger Playin' with Sai' is like sayin' "goodbye" to your future You wasn't the man when you did have a record Dropped by Def Jam, Desert Storm now you desperate You got a nice like buzz on the message board But you sh** is collectin' dust in the record store Now you givin' us a reality show Starrin' little Gay Tray and that raggity ho You tapin' your friends talkin' I'm out of the state tourin' Entertainin' this cause the game is straight borin' Talk about Austin I ain't with the b**h, I don't give a sh**, trust me it's nothin' important You made Just all this money but you a dummy Where is he on your new sh**? Why he ain't do sh**? I got 10 Just joints, super exclusives Nobody will be in the Mood for your Muzik How is he lyrical? This coward is pitiful Talkin' 'bout he doin' it big on Amalgam Digital This n***a is frontin', listen to my voice He was dropped, he is not independent by choice Makin' h*mo jokes, well hardy har har But it's ya son playin' with barbie dolls, pa Joey you better buy 'em a basketball Before you catch the lil' n***a s**in' dick in the bathroom stall I heard Slaughterhouse, Crooked ripped you to pieces All of 'em did, you was the weakest You lack the iron and the niacin, but you be poppin' Vicodin Frail mothaf**a, you need to be poppin' vitamins Now it gets frightening n***as said I fell for the bait I cross his old a** over like Iverson You talk about jail but from the look in your eyes And the fact that you frail, I know you couldn't survive The ones that get rapped in the prison? The light skinned, scrawny n***as like you, so play your position Okay now I battled you, now you gotta box me Scared Humpty Hump a** n***a? I ain't Shock G? Take away the mic this n***a is a coochie mayne I slap this b**h like Gucci Mayne You in the barbershop beggin' Fab to be on his mixtape Knowin' that he nut in your b**h face Your flow you don't own it You stole Grafh flow, everybody know it Just go and listen to Focus Now can you name five people that felt Touch & Go? Don't worry, I'll wait...hell f**in' no! He tried to diss Hov thinkin' you would get on He took you and he didn't even have to respond f** that I'll end it a better way I have him the letter 'P' now here is the letter 'J' Joey just jots in his journal No jackin' no jugglin', just jerkin' his jimmy, Joey is a gerbil Joey ?, jig him in the jugular Jap him in the jaw, jet to Jersey or we jumpin' ya Jacka** is jealous I'm the Jason of the jungle I'm the Jesus of the Jews, you Judas's are in trouble The juvenile in the jail for juxin' jokers for j**elry But I'm the Weapon X, yep Joey you're Jubilee "You win" What you say? "You win" That's right "I want to take the time out and apologize to um...to any of um, any Joe Budden fan out there." Back to business '09. Joe Budden always wanna battle n***as and sh**. That's all he can do. When are you gonna write a f**in' good song n***a? I only know one song you got. Matter of fact...f** it. I ain't done with this n***a [Verse Two]: Pump It Up This n***a Budden a s*ut Be gettin' f**ed in his bu*t that's why he be sayin' "Uuugh" What kind of grown as man be sayin' "Uuugh" f** that, he called me out and now it's "Uuuugh" Boxin' gloves off, mask and glove "Uuuugh" And I'm back f*ggot He threw the first tap, worst rap I have ever heard that Crap it was weak, it was nerd rap You deserve that slap that Ran gave your man brother Amalgam writin' checks your a** can't cover Takin' me to a battle, I'm takin' you to the ring As soon as he hear the ding he won't be sayin' a thing But I hear he a f*g either way, nothin' he could say After eatin' Fab DNA, now the whole world knows Tray's gay But blame you dude, cause you the dick head that put him on Youtube He's the one who brought the kids into this And that's why this f*ggot is finished [Outro] [Saigon talking]: Done. I ain't doing this sh** no more n***a. You go ahead and make a million f**in' diss records. I'mma see you n***a. Hold your head Ransom. You got Ransom jammed up man. Gettin' n***as locked up f*ggot. Go ahead and make some more diss songs. That's all you know how to do anyway n***a. I'm back to business. I make real music. Dumb motherf**er