- Votes:
- Composers:
- Burrus
- Tyrone / Thompson
- Bradford T. / Mcbynum
- Torrin V. / Felder
- Wilton
 
Yaggfu Front - Slappin' Suckas Silly lyrics
Smackin suckas silly, a remix 
 Take two thousand, and seven, or is that eight 
 (Hanna Barbera) 
 *chorus* 
 Well it's one two three of us, never ever solo 
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo 
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo 
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo 
 [Jingle Bel] 
 I gets mad freaks to this beat, it's a pleasure 
 grammar leisure, and start motivatin concentratin 
 On the *DJ cuts*, can you hear it? 
 Spin 4th diggin in nuff crates, so great 
 Oh golly jesus snow is handed and demanded so I supply the 
 one of da tings, to da vibe 
 I'm fly, like Jimmy's snooker with ass like TJ Hooker 
 So book em, Dano, voice soprano, break the glass 
 on the mantle, cause my flow lasts for miles like the Nile 
 Make the people say AOWWWWW! 
 And I'm a black man Egyptian lover 
 Pharoah bone dig dugger, skirt tugger, this is butter 
 Cause many bust with gimmicks so now I'm livid 
 So now you're forgiven 
 Cause way back Jack you came slack on the help 
 why play yourself, go play somebody else! 
 I got the rhymin skills and I gotta 
 The super fat rhymes and lines and I gotta, bo bo 
 for the niggaz who pop shit like gum 
 Do come like a penis get kicked, in the anus 
 Play famous, and you gets nowhere (uh-huh) 
 Who cares about a punk who talks junk? 
 You're silly 
*chorus*
 [Spin 4th] 
 Well it's the rippin rebel and ruckus sport the rhymin rap 4th Spin 
 Uncanny most ability to split my verse at will 
 I slam through the home like a photon phaser beam 
 While fools decay like children's teeth on Halloween 
 Straight from Princeton it's ridiculous rhymes live 
 So get up off the beach, cause I'm coming high tide Yaggfu Front - Slappin' Suckas Silly - http://motolyrics.com/yaggfu-front/slappin-suckas-silly-lyrics.html
 with the force of the fart of a flatulating Batman 
 Obese I release vocal fury (nice sack man) 
 Kick this in Cato, burn this in Waco 
 Trippest in potato, or maybe even microbe 
 Silicon bass like a breast up in Cali 
 Greedy like Rally's, cajun chicken meal 
 Is this kid for real? Am I really ill? 
 No, this is my regular flow 
 So if I was to flip, you'd hear some CRAZY shit 
 Like how, now brown, cow, wow I'll, pow 
 Here is the face, come with the bass 
 Face case and race, you're dead! 
 Get away from the motherfuckin spin 
 So you would ask when did this nigga, begin 
 to get the freestyle, not really, not really 
 Spin 4th fool, I'm smackin niggaz silly 
*chorus*
 [Damage] 
 Flavorific, to be specific hot damn I'm spicy 
 There's four of us my dick is long a-bolish niggasaurus 
 I absorb it cause I'm forest, sporest, fuck you 
 I span the globe to storm like Hurricane Andrew 
 Super rhyme ripper clipper break a nipple tweaker 
 A friction equal when she meets the big heat seaker 
 We could cruise booze when I swing my verbal news 
 Extra extra lyrical setter tears your sneakers with no feature 
 It's the creature from the swamp, as I romp on rabblerousers 
 Trouble make us take a stand, as I command the sample houses 
 We don't pillage and raid, we take a plate and then rotate it 
 If it's rugged then we scoop it then truncate it then we loop it 
 then we drag it, the kids from Cakalak are comin with force 
 Mr. Spin the broken reigner, and my man from over the chorus 
 And the man whose name stands for, massive wide destruction 
 it's my instruction to combine incredible rhymes and spits ill production 
 It's the muddy marsh givin creeper, passin the grim reaper 
 Your mother and my closet keeper *beep beep beep* excuse me that's my beeper 
 So I think you hear me knockin and I'm comin in with the crew 
 That creates more tracks, than horses make glue 
 So, on with the who, and ninety-one to willy nilly 
 Huh! Damage slappin motherfuckers silly 
*chorus 2X










