The Art of Disrespekinazation

(Sean Price)
 These niggas can't write, plus they pants tight
 And they sweaters small, fuck it, I'm better ya'll
 Go against the God, that's the wrong move
 What you want pa? Don't say dog food
 (Rock)
 Smile, it's a celebration bitches, I just bagged
 Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass
 All ya'll, can we do a track? No, quit hollering, I'm shooting
 Niggas trash, a wack-tose and tolerant
 (Sean Price)
 My gun pop niggas, one shot nigga
 I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak niggas
 Fuck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo
 I'm a beast, you a bitch like Tickle Me Elmo
 (Rock)
 Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud
 Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting butt
 Niggas homo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it
 We already changed our mind, you almost was a bitch, pussy
 (Chorus: Rock w/ ad-libs)
 Since niggas like disrespecting the game
 Me and my nigga disrespecting you lames
 Niggas ain't got no respect for the game
 So we ain't got no respect for you lames
 (Sean Price)
 Rap ain't selling, crack ain't selling
 So it's back to armed robberies, my back sting melons
 Take it back to Decep', back out the hammer, fam
 I ain't talking Hammer blam fam, I'm talking hammer, damn, call an ambulance
 (Rock)
 No fuck that, I'm letting the cannon blam
 Have that man smoking like it's Amsterdam
 Dammit, man, I go in your hood and get love
 Huh, you be, go in your hood and get mugged
 Bitch bastard, don't go to son crib, his shit bugged
 Wire tapped, this chump got a mic in his pimp cup
 (Sean Price)
 Got a mic and my a pimp cup, catch a right from the fist, chump
 Leave a non smoker choking when lighting this bitch up
 Still Bozos, get knocked the fuck out, Miguel Kodo
 Verse Zab Judah, I'm worse, pass me the luger, bong!
 (Rock)
 Stupid, your whole crew's snakes and your jewels fake
 Give me some news break, and some tooth paste
 (Chorus)
 (Sean Price)
 Listen, it's big drama, nah, it's little drama
 Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama
 When I fucked Rihanna, ain't use no 'umbrella'
 When the bitch have twins we naming 'em both Ella, Ella
 Aye, I'm just joking, maybe I'm not
 I'm just smoking, maybe it's pot
 Maybe it's coke, maybe it's both
 Only way to tell, muthafucka, hah, take it and toke, P.
 (Rock)
 Hell, no, son, you can keep the coke
 I'mma stick to reefer, smoking hood bitches, Keyshia Cole
 That's the way it is, I'm a 'slim thug', 'slim' and 'shady'
 But I'm not from Houston, not that white boy from Dre team
 But I worldwide circus, fuck chicks for sport
 I didn't know that was your bitch I caught, huh
 Rapper, acting like I stole Beyonce Knowles or something
 No, that's just a biat'che hoe
 (Chorus)