Utfo

Utfo - Diss lyrics

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Suckers

Step off

From Brooklyn ?????

Suckers



Diss!



[Kangol Kid]

How dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock?

I make the healthiest man on Earth heart stop

If you say another word to interrupt

I'll jump out these speakers, cold fuck you up!

But then again I really shouldn't get involved that deep

When you talk I smell your butt and you just put me to sleep

Thank God I'm only upset, cause if you made me mad

I'd hit you so hard I'd have you callin me dad

Right here on the spot, bustin you in the knot

Before you know it you'll be screamin, "He rock, he rock!"

Was I too fast for ya, wasn't it clear?

The party won't rock unless you get out of here

So take your rat-skin coat and step out the door

Tell your woman stop callin, I don't want her no more

For now slow down, shut up, and then I'll chill

But can't nobody say that I ain't ill

I'm the rudest of the rude muthafuckas alive

There were six of us left and I shot five

To make a long story short and save my breath

I'm the only one left, and yo, I'm def!

When it come to dissin I am the champ

I heard you tried to buy Adidas with your mother's food stamps

Don't know a thing about buyin clothes

Tried to buy Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros

Now let me get a little harder

Your mother's pregnant again and I'm the father

And if you think I'm lyin by just a notch

Ask your father, he sat and watched



Diss



[Doctor Ice]

Step off with that old riffin, stop playin me close

I'm not a sucker, I got heart and I'm from the East Coast

5'8" with brown eyes, yo, the girls say I'm cute

But I strap the .45 and I ain't afraid to shoot

I came across brothers who ???bass wasn't blessed???

It phased me none cause I broke ribs and necks

Beat up Jamaicans, Jews, Haitians and Italians

Punched out they tooths and wore them as medaillons

Back in the days we called punks sundullah

When people see Doc, they all hail the ruler

Calvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler

You riff, you wan get dissed with me, you're not medulla

Cause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory

You're from the Island, so get off my territory

I wear black, I never wore purple

If I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle

Don't try to play me out, maytag

You better hold my bow and follow my footsteps, fag

Cause this is the Doc with the surgical gas

Dislocate your mouth and you'll be talkin out yo ass

Cause that's what you talk is a bunch of bullshit

While I be cold chillin walkin round with a mitt

I told you when I met you, you know what you can get

Am I upset? Well, just a little bit

I told you before not to get me started

Cause Doctor Ice is gettin cold retarted

After the battle the undertaker will dress you

The good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you



(Last night changed it all)



[Educated Rapper]

I'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth

It's time to let you know who you're fuckin with

My rap is magical, stronger than voodoo

Your style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo

You're shiverin and shakin in your Fruit of the Looms

Keep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs

Of the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf

If they were resurrected, they'd kill themself

I'll never say excuse me, move out my way, sucker

You use 'mister', I use 'motherfucker'

You thought that E was more well-respected

Now you know, stupid, expect the unexpected

(Yeah)

(Ah hah)

We got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up

Rhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up

But you inflate, make others sick

And my last and final words is: get off my dick!



Diss
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