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hip hop wieners - hard rimes lyrics
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pip skid
hard rhymes for hard times
smiznith, hard rhymes in scared mind
pip skid
scared mind, jarred out of line
smith, jarred out of line behind bars and find
[verse one: john smith]
surprised it ain’t happen yet, don’t even have to get
gotta watch my yap, we know they phone tapping, bet
ain’t no rapping on my up north trip
just cargo thugging
in a bar or i’m clubbing
bars with my cousin, drinking beers till buzzing
too much and even then i’m [?] ducking
off f-cking the next day’s work
looking like a slob trucking what i’m bound to do
i must’ve hit ground to brews
stumble around on a scrounge for food
red nose like a clown, sh-t i want to pound that dude
f-ck ’em
sneak up with something heavy and blunt and snuff him
for giving me guff and leaving me feeling nothing
little mad shoulder where the big chip’s perched
me against y’all billy barty verses lurch
i party till it hurts and even then i won’t quit
hop over one steaming mound just to land in mo’ sh-t
one of if not the dopest in my city
yo pippy how we like our money? (folded!)
and is you ever gonna have enough? (never!)
and how long till we’re out the rough? (forever)
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“beat me so bad i sat down and wrote more rhymes”
[verse two: pip skid]
picture me dizzy going ’round like tevin c
rather make pre internet wedding rap like heavy d
minus 150 pounds, plus his lazy eye
plus he’s sweating up his sweater in the gym working them thighs
with the guys, oh really i mean the boyz
reminisce over troy and still making mad noise
my money earning differs from the overweight lover
now i wish people still hated rap just like my mother
just a true player hater, never giving no dap
people ask what my favorite album is i say “rap”
and when i’m talking to my mom the street slang retreat
she’s like “whatchu been doing?” i’m like “cold bringing the heat.”
meet a schizophrenic, part [?] part medic
in my own emergency room, wish it was part dentist
apprentice with chuck
ll and moe dee
yet not one knows skid p.i.p
and whodini
i was inspired by you
giving an early day mother’s day card because of you, it’s true
and hard to trust, those that ask for trust
been so long since the truth that it’s covered in crust and
you work for the internet and don’t get paid
i’m like, “yo, david lee roth hasn’t been laid.”
break bread was made to cover the fu-schnickens
a lot of rap records for sale are slim pickings
give me the pmd and the project pat
the snoop dogg promo and a nervous slip mat
“okay sir that’ll be $2.98.”
“well sh-t if it’s that cheap throw in the junior m.a.f.i.a. tape.”
[scratching]
“hard rhymes”
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