Kaïa's Blog'

Pimp Like Me

G-shit
What up?
I gotta tell you mtoherfuckers the truth
This is straight G-shit
And all you can do is respect it


Well I'ma state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)

[Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)]
Well I'ma state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)

[Proof]
Well I'ma state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)

[Kon Artis]
Well I'ma state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)

[Kuniva][Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Bee

Rap NameRap Name[Obie Trice] Trice, real name no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cuz a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
And bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here

[Chorus] Trice, real name no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cuz a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
And bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here

[Obie Trice]our all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[Chorus]our all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[Obie Trice]our all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[*cocked and two shots*]our all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[*vocal scratch*]our all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[*vocal scratch*][Chorus][*scratching*][Eminem]

Feel Alright

Pas assez d'monde la connait celle-là ..

Yo yo!
Straight up de gal dem seh dem love mi fah di illy skilly
Dem dun know, Sean-A-Paul (Yeah yeah)
Duttily muckilly yo
Yah mon Dutty Cup back pon di scene
Comin back fi mek di girls dem bawl out and scream
(It's like a dream) Dutty yeah!

We mek yuh feel alright (Woman)
Wine up ya body till a mornin light (Then gal)
Wave up yuh hand because yuh know seh yuh tight (Woman)
Bounce and gallang woman yuh know seh yuh right (Because)
Woman, woman, woman ...

(Chorus)
Woman yuh mek de sin ting rise
Anytime mi press upon yuh tight
Baby and mek me wuk yuh all night
Mek yuh feel alright, givin yuh di lovin a yuh life
Mek yuh sweat till di mornin light
Mek de sin ting rise
Anytime mi press upon yuh tight
Baby and mek me wuk yuh all night
Mek yuh feel alright, givin yuh di lovin a yuh life
Mek yuh sweat till di mornin light

Bounce it gal, from oonu nuh dibby dibby
Big up all di fat titty tell dem weh yuh feel gimme
Pon di front page, anytime dem see mi see mi
Gal dem seh dem love mi fah di illy skilly
When I got some bouncin gal, woman and yuh dun mek it
Every man round di town seh den waan set it
But Sean-A-Paul alone a weh yuh waan set it
Every day we correct it so mi go so then
Gal a fat till it buff from mi caan get enough
Cau yuh plump and yuh fluff mek mi hard and tough
Yuh got di stuffin I got di handcuff
I know y uh like it from de back I know yuh like to rough
Gal gwaan wine bubble to di bassline
Every ting gwaan mi fine if yuh don't waste nuh time
Check mi later fi go get intertwine
Cau baby girl yuh know yuh mek all yuh ...

(Chorus)

Jump up gal jump up pon di kitty wid it
Jam Down party straight back to Philly Philly
Weh yuh tink it's a joke we nuh silly silly
Hygrade but mi smoke dro wid nuh philly philly
Man a test like nuh ol' time gilly gilly
Shout it out gal yuh know seh yuh waan see mi
Pon di sitten weh yuh have dat a fi mi fi mi
Gwaan start up di Dutty trilly yo
Cau yuh hot fat till it buff from mi caan get enough
Cau yuh plump and yuh fluff mek mi hard and tough
Yuh got di stuffin I got di handcuff
I know yuh like it from de back I know yuh like to rough
Gal gwaan wine bubble to di bassline
Every ting gwaan mi fine if yuh don't waste nuh time
Check mi later fi go get intertwine
Cau baby girl yuh know seh

Dat mek yuh feel alright (Woman)
Wine up ya body till a mornin light (Then gal)
Wave up yuh hand because yuh know seh yuh tight (Woman)
Bounce and gallang woman yuh know seh yuh right (Because)
Woman, woman, woman ...

Patiently Waiting

hey em you know you my favorite white boy right??
hahaaah
i owe you for this one

i been patiently waitin for a track to explode on (yeah)
you can stunn if you want and yo ass'll get rolled on (its 50)
it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (yeah)
if you thinkin ima fuckin fall off you so wrong (its 50)

i been pacin in my head
like a baby born dead
destination heaven
sittin poli-tical passengers from 911
the lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit i aint even got to try to shine
gods to seamstress the tailor fitted my pane
i got scriptures in my brain
i can spit at yo dame
straight out the good
fuck, look niggas is shook
50 fear no man
warrior, swing swords like conan
picture me, pen in hand write lines
knowin The Source will quote it
when i die
they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
i grew up without my pops
should that make me bitter?
i caught cases i copped out, does that make me a quitter?
in this white mans world, im similar to a squirrel
lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
if i get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
these industry niggas aint friends
they know how to pretend

we been patiently waiting to make it
through all the hatin debatin
whether or not you can even weather the storm
unless u lay on the table
they operatin to save you
its like an angel came to you
sent from the heavens above

they think they crazy but they aint crazy
lets face it
shit basically they juss playin sick
they aint shit they aint sayin shit sprayin 50
a to the k get in the way
i bring dre and them wit me
and turn this day into fuckin mayhem u stayin wit me?
dont let me lose you
im not tryin to confuse you
when i let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through ur isuzu
u get the message
am i gettin through to you?
you know its comin
you motherfuckers dont even know do you?
take some Big and some Pac
and you mix them up in a pot
sprinkle a little Big L on top
what the fuck do you got?
you got tha realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
the juggernauts of this rap shit
like it or not
its like a fight to the top
just to see who died for the spot
you put your life in this
nothin like survivin the shot
y'all know what time it is
as soon as 50 signs on this dot
shit what you know about death threats?
cause i get alot
shady records was 80 seconds away from the towers
them cowards fucked wit the wrong building
they meant to hit ours
better evacuate all children
nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
your now about to witness the power
fuckin 50

the gun squad yall when the shots go off
its 50 they say its 50
see a nigga laid out wit his fuckin top blown off
its 50 man that boy 50
dont holla my name

you shouldnt throw stones if u live in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
cuz ill break yo face
have yo ass runnin
mumblin to the J
if you go against me dawg you makin a mistake
ill split you leave u lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets
wit all them zippers
im the boss on this boat, you can call me Skipper
the way i turn the money over you should call me Flipper
you a bitch a regular bitch
you callin up wifey
i fucked and feed her fast food
you keepin her icey
im down to sell records
but, not my soul
Snoop said this in 94, we don't love them hoes
i got pennies for my dawgs now im rich
see the 20's spinnin lookin mean on the 6
niggas wearin flags cuz the colors match their clothes
they get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up wit holes
motherfucker

Superman

Cuz, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too, I think I love you baby, "I think I love you too"/I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world, I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl/you know you want me baby, you know I want you too, they call me superman, I'm here to rescue you/I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world, "Ooooh boy you drive me crazy," Bitch you make me earl...

Verse 1
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound, I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now/I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick/Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick/straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell 'em off, like a slut, to her face/ play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face/I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass/Don't put out, I'll put you out. Won't get out, I'll push you out/ Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out/Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life/What you tryin' to be my new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice

Bridge
But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go. Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo/Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow, till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho

B Chorus
Cus I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman/ I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman

Verse 2
Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes, it's no secret, everybody knows/Yeah we fucked, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes/We'll be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend/ Never know what kind of car I'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then/You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you with guys/too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man, but females lie/But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two?/I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you

Bridge

A Chorus/B Chorus

Verse 3
First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day/I don't see what the big deal is anyways, you're just plain old Marshall to me"/Oooh yah girl run that game, "Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say? Rot in pieces? Uh, that's great"/First off you don't know Marshall, at all so grow partial, that's ammo for my arsenal, I'll slap you off that barstool/there goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you, good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle/you want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad, don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands/put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand/girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans