Songtext Diseases Smut Peddlers

Diseases

Yo whattup e?
Yo whattup starbuck, whats goin on?
Yeah how you livin?
Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup?
Yeah let me tell you hip-hops wack man
Yeah I know, say word
All these mcs got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, theres a bad plague baby
Mcs got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*}
Yeah man, yo we gotta tell em whassup

[eon]
Now go make a record, and go rob a bank
Now you got cool c-itis to thank
Copped that advance, but lost that check
Must be due to alzheimers onset
Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya
Hobbes you better catch some a&r felia(? )
And female rappers dont have a chance
Need flow augmentation and mic implants
Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?
Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg leg
Shot your milk, she didnt swallow it?
Thats cause girl was lactose intolerant
Smoke with e, you gonna have fun
Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs
Try and spit, but nothin comes out
Braindead mcs all got cotton mouth

[chorus: repeat 2x]
This be a list of hip-hops diseases
Too much ice gon have shorty sneezin
Too much dro will leave a kid wheezin
Heads too big, stab you up for no reason

[eon]
You with wifey dog, get a car from sonya
Its likely youll catch nokia phobia
You shiverin from ice, hold a mic device
Its most certainly some rappers frostbite
Go up in the club, in moderation
Cause online you be catchin peter geishan impatient
Ha ha, rollin trees, only got seeds
Mans puffin crystals, green with envy
Rhymin for the loot, to get some mass
You a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!)
You online, think you the dopest
Geek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosis
Startin rumors, check the tabloids
Caught a blaze haze, maybe source hemerrhoids (ouch)
Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
At a show catch a microphone impalement

[chorus]

[eon]
Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odor
Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder
Up I got downers, down I got uppers
Now chuggin pedia sure for fuckin suppper (glug glug glug)
Step to e, no microphone contest
Soon learn about inferiority complex
Im stuck on hip-hop, cant get a fix
til mighty mi deals me a dope remix
Now Ill supply prescriptions
Come to the motherfuckin spot, if you havin wack visions
Writers block? just cant flow?
Hit you off with a double mic hydro
You goin gold if you got the patience
Son check in you got rap hallucinations
The surgeon, wack mcs I carve up
Hip-hop med school, dr. starbucks

[chorus]

Yeah e, I dont know
I still dont think they know
Smut peddlers, cage, in the house
Mighty mi, in the house
Yes indeed all the dirty people, in the house
Yo, you better go get checked
Go to the clinic, cause you got somethin
Dont say you got nothin
Cause were all diseased, right