Shitmat - Hip Shithop lyrics

Ey yo what the fuck is this shit your all listening to
You call this shit hip-hop you all listening to
all deejays shoudl hadcoff you and tell you how to make some real hip-hop

You call this shit hip-hop I tell you how to mix you fucking robot

You call this shit hip-hop

Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund

You call this shit hip-hop
I'll tell you how to mix you fucking robot

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing