Joe Budden
Wack MCs
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
A lot of suckas with colorful names
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Ladies and gentlemen
With no further adieux (wick-wick)
It's your man (Joey) (wick-wi-wi-wi-wick-wick-wack)
Look (wick-wick-wick-wack)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin' could be over
All it's gon' take's a U-turn from the chauffeur
You test me, you just see
We mix hands with guns, that's the hood's UFC
And me? I never had gear (nah) but since last year
I swore not to cop nothin' if it wasn't cashmere
You just salty, I'm fond of the sodium
Anticipate the shots like Obama at the podium
Me and y'all are nowhere near the same pedigree (nah)
Not in layman's terms, hypothetically
Metaphorically, lyrically, not especially
Theoretically, I mean we just different genetically
They ain't name me the champion yet
So it's, ACG's Champion sweats
Homie this is just a thought (for)
The Donnie Walsh DJ's that don't wanna play the best n***a in New York, dawg
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wick-wick-wack
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack
Wick-wick-wick-wack (My n***a Spyda is back)
Wick-wick-wack (5'9", that's me)
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack (I'm back baby)
Wick-wick-wick-wack (Slaughterhouse what?)

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
My n***a Jumpoff said it best - y'all n***as married to the streets
I'm married to a bottle of Patron wearin' a weddin' dress
Y'all n***as is dead unless, you see we have not been playin'
The Slaughterhouse ain't no goddamn game
Show up to the bar where you hang
Shoot at your bottle like, "Hohh, we pop champagne!"
No disrespect to ol' D's boy Jimmy
I ain't Prince Akeem but I will greet you with the sweepers or the Semi's
These other lame rappers is broke
They so po' they gotta name Loso to have a Fabolous quote
And to the fo'-fo' grabbin' they throat tellin' 'em choke
Your n***as arms all froze like they havin' a stroke
Admit it y'all n***as bonkers, kick and stomp ya
Put a n***a' sleepin' in a shlomper, I am not the one bruh
This my response to that n***a' hidin' out in Yonkers
[Crickets chirping] Haha, that n***a
Wick-wick-wack
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack
Wick-wick-wick-wack
Wick-wick-wack
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack
Wick-wick-wick-wack

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, Joell Ortiz (Joell Ortiz) yup, it's really me
I used to drink the beer promoted by Billy Dee
By the bodega in chancletas and a white tee
Steady cocoa piña callin' papi for a iced tea
Married to the block, that's why I never kept a wifey
Million fish in the sea, I juggled a couple Pisces
Had a fetish for guns, I always kept a few near
Never shot someone but I fired 'em all on New Year's
Never lost a fight, I'm like 25 and O, what!
Except that time in high school but he jetted when I woke up
Every time time I spit it's like somebody filled the whole cup
With liquor and just downed it, they hear it wanna throw up
Many nights the fridge held me down with old cold cuts
No mayo? No mustard? No bread? Ah, so what
On the floor in the corner was my mattress, B
I hated that so I don't rap like you wack MC's

Wick-wick-wack
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack
Wick-wick-wick-wack (Geah)
Wick-wick-wack
Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack (S-dot H-dot)
Wick-wick-wick-wack (Haha)
[Verse 4: Crooked I]
I laugh after I kill you, I'm a poor sportsman
Slaughterhouse the successors to the Four Horsemen
N***as born to pimp so bring some more whores in
Thinkin' with my other hand before more foreskin
Me and Red Spyda, roll in a red Spider
Executive Westsider, homie's a tech writer
Homie I check riders, you better stand down
Hands down, you'll be man down on the damn ground
Long Beach, the home of them strap clappers
From ringtoners to backpackers, I smack rappers
Speak on us and we gon' be bendin' them street corners
To clap actors, after that brrrap, collapse backwards
Shit, that's when the force roll through
I Malcolm X you pigs, what the pork gon' do?
I Malcolm X the track, that mean arm-leg-leg-arm-head
Body the beat, the torso too, heh
And leave the chorus for you, n***a!

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