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    "Diseases" Lyrics

    Smut Peddlers

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    Yo, whattup E?
    Yo, whattup Starbuck, what's goin' on?
    Yeah, how you livin'?
    Yeah, you know just smokin' every day, whassup?

    Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's wack man
    Yeah I know, say word
    All these MC's got diseases
    Yeah, they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague, baby
    MC's got delusions of grandeur and such
    Yeah, man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup

    Now go make a record and go rob a bank
    Now you got Cool C-itis to thank
    Copped that advance but lost that check
    Must be due to Alzheimer's onset

    Go up in the label, when honies start feelin' ya
    Hobbes you better catch some R felia
    And female rappers don't have a chance
    Need flow augmentation and mic implants

    Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?
    Caught half-steppin' 'cause she got a peg leg
    Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it?
    That's 'cause, girl, was lactose intolerant

    Smoke with E, you gonna have fun
    Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs
    Try and spit but nothin' comes out
    Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    You with wifey dog, get a car from Sonya
    It's likely you'll catch Nokia phobia
    You shiverin' from ice, hold a mic device
    It's most certainly some rappers frostbite

    Go up in the club, in moderation
    'Cause online you be catchin' Peter Geisha'n impatient
    Ha ha, rollin' trees, only got seeds
    Man's puffin' crystals, green with envy

    Rhymin' for the loot, to get some mass
    You a prime candidate for a heart bypass
    You online, think you the dopest
    Geek caught a case of wack Internet-a-tosis

    Startin' rumors, check the tabloids
    Caught a Blaze haze, maybe source hemorrhoids
    Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
    At a show catch a microphone impalement

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    Scrub your hands fifty times and wash the smut odor
    Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder
    Up I got downers, down I got uppers
    Now chuggin' Pedia, sure for fuckin' suppper

    Step to E, no microphone contest
    Soon learn about inferiority complex
    I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix
    Till Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix

    Now I'll supply prescriptions
    Come to the motherfuckin' spot, if you havin' wack visions
    Writers block? Just can't flow?
    Hit you off with a double mic hydro

    You goin' gold if you got the patience
    Son, check in you got rap hallucinations
    The surgeon, wack MC's I carve up
    Hip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
    Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
    Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
    Head's too big, stab you up for no reason

    Yeah, E, I don't know
    I still don't think they know
    Smut Peddlers, Cage, in the house
    Mighty Mi, in the house

    Yes, indeed all the dirty people, in the house
    Yo, you better go get checked
    Go to the clinic, 'cause you got somethin'
    Don't say you got nothin'
    'Cause we're all diseased, right
    This song was submitted on March 30th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Erik Meltzer, Milo Berger.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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