Dirty Heads


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Well, my, hat brim, might be,
Warn a little to low, you're too slow,
What the fuck do you think that you know,
I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial,
Like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that i'm used to,
You park so high and mighty,
But I'm not mighty high dirty smoke you out with weed
And leave your mouth fucking dry,
Cause some of them rappin' clappin' laughin'
Always beer tapping fucking dorkette
Slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin' is all I'm thinking
Is this is the best MC that can you can find I shine
Like some moon through the pine yo
And even if you were wine id still stay dope up with my line,

Well if you general brealbre?
Then roll with the style the dirty smoking Cali green leaf
Till I die "B" leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home
Yo I'm smooth like a Schwinn
And I shine like the chrome of its fender
Remember this microphone defender return your shit to sender
Cause no one wants to hear it yo your lyrics are weak
And yes your spirits meek and you're an ignorant motherfucker
Yes it shows when you speak your wicked disappointment
Your rhymes need some ointment the crowd at your shows
Always laughing and pointin' leave
And blew it my boy has been groovin'
And I'm still back stage just smokin'
And boozin' confusing the sex? save the best for my choosing
I'm choosin' the rest so you're loosin'

Well don't forget about the down
And dirty southern Cali flow just open the melody
And let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope
And soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe because the west
Knows how to kill it and yo and y'all
When its time to feel it yo we make it right,
Make it right
So we up all night,
Up all night,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
A bohemian rhapsody,
These syllables after me,
With lyrical chastity,
And verbally blaster me,
The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece,
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Just come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Yo just come on and clap with me.

Once upon a time in the neighborhood,
There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good,
He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand,
He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand,
He said I just got out of the water and i'm late for school
I asked dirty to skip and he said that's cool
So we went to the liquor store got ourselves
Some magnum rollin' down the street
Ya you know we brown bagged them,
With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom
Said we rollin' through my hood ya you know we got 'em
Sucker M-C's wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em
Don't fuck around because we don't play I sang rock out with my cock out
I got balls of steel hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer,
Said the dance off session gonna start right here,
Dirty b grab the wheel cause I cant steer,
You got 20 inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop,
Said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops,
Cause that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts
Just jammin' down the sound with the syllables and intellect,
Maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean
And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen
While I'd be rippin' shows from here to the Galapagos
And id be pickin' foes like id be pickin' the fro,
And all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows you got to go

Writer/s: Dirty Heads