CussWords

So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
 So what are you saying Todd?
 To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
 Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit
 It goes like this, my name is $hort
 I'm tearin' shit up like never before
 Pimp slaps, makin' snaps
 Cold cash money and Too $hort raps
 Oakland, California that's where I'm from
 The city where the boys say you don't want none
 But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
 Trues and vogues ain't really shit
 Wanna roll so hard, all of the time
 You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes
 If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that money
 But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
 Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
 To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?"
 I said, "What are you doin' in the White House
 If you're not sellin' cocaine"?
 Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
 Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
 She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
 What is life? Life is Too $hort
 I play the bitches like it's a sport
 Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
 Like Dr. J played basketball
 You can call me Too, don't say it twice
 You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
 You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
 Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, bitch
 It started on a bright morning in 1987
 I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
 Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
 You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true
 So much death in the Oakland streets
 Am I gonna live till next week?
 Will I get shot by a dope fiend
 Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my ring
 I really can't say, 'cause I don't know why
 People out here droppin' dead like flies
 I used to see a home boy givin' five
 Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?"
 Cold as hell, the town I'm from
 Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk
 I'm the master rapper, so unique
 Clap my hand when I want my freak
 You can't deny it, you know I'm right
 I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic
 And I won't kick back, or relax
 Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rap
 Till he knows Too $hort, set the track
 They got him caught up in my serious cap
 Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic
 'Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
 He's a sucker MC, I call him punk
 Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
 You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
 Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
 To the end of the world and push you over
 Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover
 If I ever said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
 I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
 Lookin' so far up, you might fall down
 Gettin' clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
 And the look in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
 Could make a grown man die, laughin' at you
 'Cause you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
 Played out fake ass Simple Simon
 I never understood one word you said
 But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
 There's only one thing, I wanted to know
 Sucker motherfucker, where's the joke?
 I'm the player of players, just call me Pop
 My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop
 I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
 Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens
 Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
 Sucker MC I'll tell you what
 Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
 And when it comes to game, you are lame
 Never even heard of Too $hort baby
 Hit Oakland in 1980
 Singin' mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
 Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my time
 There's a girl I know her name is Betty
 Straight to the head just rock it steady
 She's so freaky she'll juice you up
 All the home boys just can't get enough
 She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
 In the back like that goin', top, top, top
 I won't say white girl, won't say she's black
 She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
 Feel the beat, rock with me
 Let me tell you what I be
 I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper
 A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
 Hey baby, I got this rhyme
 It's not gonna stop till the end of time
 Like rock and roll I'll play that song
 To the beat all day and all night long
 So liten up, to what I'm sayin'
 I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin'
 To all the home boys doin' time in the pen
 Gonna rock this beat for you once again
 If you can't get out and you're mad as hell
 Say bitch ("Bitch), now make it sound for real
 I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance
 I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
 See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great
 I was born and raised in the Golden State
 Call me T O O, if you say $hort
 I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
 Big bank, now just make me rich
 Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
 Check out my style, baby I don't quit
 I heard this freak say, "That's the shit"
 He took the cake, fucked the rake
 Too $hort baby damn sure ain't fake
 But the sucker MC's are screamin' loud
 Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
 How can you talk about me, and call me weak
 When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak
 So I keep on rappin', if nothin' else
 Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
 (Bitch), and bitch, he's a MC right
 Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic (bitch)
 Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed (bitch)
 I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
 'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
 Like a 357 pointed at your dome
 I got cap for cap, you never heard
 So fresh again with cusswords
 Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me
 Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
 All you bastards got the claps
 And fuck you punk 'cause you still can't rap
 Cusswords, just let 'em know
 Motherfuckin' shit, goddamn ass hoe
 Cusswords, just don't quit
 Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
 It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
 And it don't stop, and it won't stop, bitch
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