Treach - Tall Midget lyrics

[Hook] Industry rule number 100 is funny Tall midgets get short money [Verse 1] Don't bite the hand that feed you, that's exciting fire Should've done Celebrity Ghost Stories for all my ghostwriting I can't fire the owner cause it's me and my DJ Give a grown man time-out, I'm out, buy my swag on eBay Cash, I get it, grab it, feel the punishment from the savage Legend, lyrical lord, they call you Uncle Adlib Harlem shake shook up for real, you so breezy Starving for press that's why when he went and wiggled his wee-wee My back-up plan is f** a back-up man, I'm back Need to call my n***a Busta buy Spliff Star off his contract Never last, you joke, better dip the yolk I'm everlasting, bro, your ghetto pa** revoked Chorus [Hook] [Verse 2] Stop b**hing, stop tripping, stop riffing I'm not listening, stop listening, stop sniffing You outta my army, can't harm me or alarm me f** your fat a**, you're a bagel away from Barney You wack rapper, backstabber, so greedy I'll make it so damn they'll never see your wack a** on TV Eat me, time to find your own zone, watch your tone Naughty year was n***as throwing you a bone, holmes I hate the leach lurking off of what I built, cause I'm real Now I'm doing side-deals that I feel Many of your dudes love the ending, the grove It's the ending of you mr. Winnie The Pooh Chorus [Hook]