The Hook (Dirty)[Dirty] - Majik Most, C-Rayz Walz, Celph Titled

All the dough I’m raking in is more than Bill Gates is taking in

Laying in a bed gettin' head from Jenna Jameson

Strangle Hell’s Angels and jack their Harley Davidson

Ap spits raps on wax they can’t wait to spin

The way I freestyle you’d think that I hate the pen

Never follow the traits and trends for papes to spend

I only fuck dates that I rate 10

While bitches you stick pose for camera’s and break the lense

For all you gay fucks this shits a wake-up

Show you that I bust like D titties in A cups

When I attack you fucks and slap you up

Even your imaginary friends wont back you up

(Verse 2: Majik Most)

Ayo I’m coming off hotter than condoms on a human torch

Pushing off on your girl with torque

applying pressure, cause see no one’s fresher

watch your little sister put my picture on her dresser

It’s Majik Most, expect nothin lesser

So now you wanna battle when you see me at the party

bring your own chalk to outline your body

I come off (?) performing exorcisms

extract your ghost writer and laugh at your writtens

You fake-ass player why you flash money for?

I’ll entertain your whore with a Commidore 64

And still get her on all fours begging for more

(Hook — 2X)

This is the hook, it’s repeated 2 times

and usually the end of each line rhymes

we couldn’t think of anything better than this

it’s just 6 MC’s who all got something to spit

(Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz)

I ain’t the cat to lounge on, I get my pound on with a brick fist

Do my thing when I spit I’m found on

Any stage with a list and sick beats dope enough

I come in those events with can openers

for real I’m making deals with Celph when we speakin'

while your getting bones only time we have a hot meetin'

Get slapped!

Fuck props, I snuff cops

Leave you out the picture like midget mug shots

And fuck you computer hoes who just found flows

I churn you out an airplane, call it my download

And thinkin' your nice can paralyze you

Kill yourself!

If I was wack, that’s what i’d do

(Verse 4: Celph Titled)

You can find me at the crib prolly fuckin a hoe

On a daily basis I make a buck plus a O

All it takes is a microphone for me to let my flow loose

hit the avenue and bag bitches like they was produce

I politic but like to extort nigga’s most of all

Cause I be bringing more suspence than Steven King in overalls

Celph Titled, you know the name right

New York City famous, see my face in spotlights

I don’t even like rap, I just like to talk shit

And I’m quick to pull the heat out when the block get thick

All you science-fiction nigga’s that’s trying to get your tape out

I’ll ship your bodyparts accross the globe, leave you spaced out

(Hook — 2X)

(Verse 5: Louis Logic)

Y’all dont wanna reap with Dutchmassive

You claim you battle MC’s when you just (?) you get smacked like sluts asses

when you cut classes during final exams, bunch of ingrates

pussy rappers whose menstrate styles finally cramped

You better call the EMS to stop your PMS

a prefect summers even less, you wish to never be as fresh

to see me in the flesh like morrison (?) go-go

pissin on promo tapes and shittin' on photo’s

this is a no-no, keep wishin' your so dope

I’m switchin' my logo to me grabbin your neck with both fists in a chokehold

A lot of dick-riders try to lick my nuts

the funny thing is y’all dummy’s think that this is a low blow

(Verse 6: Dutchmassive)

And motherfuckers keep askin' when my album is droppin

It’s not homie, that shit’ll play in my walkmen

Y’all ain’t worthy for the sounds that I produce for ya

Yo I told you cats Evaporate, the bullets went through ya

I assume always shit talking and analyzing rhymes

I got a smart mouth, I used to beatbox for Einstine

Line after line my mind has more storage space

I’m massive, you just some kid with a deformed face

fuckin waste, yo Dutch you dead wrong

These chickenheads are stupid can’t understand my songs

I speak the slang of the modern-day caveman

throw your crew out, chop their head off a (?)

My flames been on, tell me I ain’t live

I’ll strap a bomb on my chest… and stage dive

I thrive off keepin' your sister’s breat in my palm

And I got pictures of her on MajikMost.com

(Hook — 2X)