"A Milli" -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTF6N7EWzOA
Young Money
Ya Dig
A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em,
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em,
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!!
Motherfucker I'm ill
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem
OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch
hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
IM It!
Motherfucker I'm Ill!
Yeah
See..
They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me.
I'm illie
C3
3P
Hahahaha
VS.
"Posse On Vernor" - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTrQqex3YHEInsane
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin up the homies, we get em one by one
If you aint psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody's lookin if you jealous turn around
Fuckin with them levers got us hoppin off the ground {*Honk*}
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpine's bumpin but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrotum full a balls I'll let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin Twiztid's gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation comin back from Cedar Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Lookin for the things wavin for some action
The wagons kinda crowded though
tha whole car was leaning back
Jamie tryin to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't lookin, we hit a crack head
Flippin off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse rippin up shit
Woo! Woo!
17 Psychopathic Sodiers Roll
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, come on)
Down riverside that's how we ryde
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Runnin down baseheads seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady's dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy's on the left side causing helly greif
Leavin haters bleeding crawlin pickin up they teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy
People think he's funny
But he be leaving out at night and coming back bloody
Cruisin Delray boy these streets is cold
Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled
Rippin Michigan we saw nothing but thugs
Mean muggin hoes shoppin distributin drugs
Hittin 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeakin and we sparking
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan and Livernois
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a vernor
It's time to get wrecked
Junky on the corner, needle bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yellin "What's my Name!?"
Zug Island Toxic Sludge Warrior
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, Come on)
?? back down to Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)
Now cruisin down Vernor
My wheels spin slow
Runnin with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin for a ride
We tried to pick em up
But we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is gettin bigger, and there's way to many freaks
The muffler's draggin and the tailpipes squeak
Now these hoes are gettin hungry
Monoxide's treatin
We stopped at Xochimilco's for some mexican eatin
The restruant was closed, this ho was like "Damn it."
She said "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Seven."
Now seven's the place, it's a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a twenty and didn't even miss it
This ho from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's trippin and jumpin on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
We never like a punk, who beats on his girl
If ya don't have a game, then let her leave your world
Ain't nothin to discuss, the bitch left with us
She fucked everybody now I hard she lives with Russ
Now I'm runnin with a hatchet, and you walkin with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is givin you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don't get upset
Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holdin it down for Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Whut!)
Dumpin dead bodies behind the Del Ray Café
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fuckin bitches on the grass on in Paton Park
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
.. Turn you right back right around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
titty bars and grippin cars
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse's still alive, bitch!
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)
Home of the original wicked clown
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)
Hanging out the window flashing ??
ICP p p p
Is there really THAT MUCH of a difference in skill?
Lil Wayne just annoys the hell out of me (just like ICP annoys most of you). He could get shanked in the gut, and die tomorrow and I couldn't care less.