Spoiled Rotten

scratched)
"Lick my sweaty *****."
[Verse 1: J-Zone]
You better lock up the Bacardi at your party when the Zone roll through
In a fur coat that look like I killed the whole Bronx Zoo
ASPCA is outside my house, picketin'
'Cause everything in my coat been previously livin'
Hoes ask why I cut my braids off (Trippin')
So I could look prep and pull Kate Moss *****es
But I don't make babies (No)...I make beats
And got more juice than a hair salon in Compton in the late 80's
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Back on the mutha****in' set, Zone pass me the glock
So I can blast and leave a hole the size of Flava Flav's clock
But either ****** hate or they jock, you pay 'till you're broke
We from the hood, where we beat our kids with cables and ropes
Load them hammers in the car before I bust back
Crash a bike in your face, and leave you with a handlebar mustache
Celph Titled fell off? What made you think that?
I came here to downsize the game: no CD's, just "shrink wrap"
[Verse 3: J-Zone]
I used to bang groupies like your sister, but I quit it for sure
"These girls are simply for the money" "And your sister's a whore!"
Nowadays I diss hoes, wantin' Zone to get Olympic
And strip clothes and broad jump with ten inches of limp ****
But what about Zone and your mama?
He threw his ***** between her legs like he was playin' for the Globetrotters
Thinkin' you rock? Y'all gets nothin'
'Cause I talk trash, you collect it like Charles S. Dutton, mutha****a!
[Chorus: Celph Titled & J-Zone]
Rude! Crude! Spoiled! Rotten!
J-Zone and Celph Titled ain't nothin' but problems
Throw eggs at your favorite MC
Locate your face and then pee
So if you don't like us, you can hum these ****
We put foes in they place and then leave
(scratched)
"Rude...arrogant...entirely offensive"
"Look out America, here we come!"
[Verse 4: Celph Titled]
I don't care what Biggie said, I still dream of ****in' Xscape
That big girl could find out, just how my third leg tastes
I like my pockets fat, and my *****es fatter
Up until I was ten, I thought my name was just "Little Bastard" (You little bastard!)
****** rap to pay they bills, but never got cash
Catch you at the bar, I'm puttin' bullets through your shot glass
Knock your mutha****in' Pro Tools off sequence
Y'all ****** is like Dr. Dre in '83: all sequins
[Verse 5: J-Zone]
(Hey J, when's your video gonna be on TV?)
When the surveillance tape from KFC gets sent to BET
(J, I need my nails done) What? "Dumb broad"
You'd have better luck at the White House, lookin' for a job
With a Jheri curl and shower cap on
Doin' a kid and play Kick Step with a crackhead on the front lawn
In a "All Hail Saddam" T-shirt, holdin' two Glocks
And C-Bo's Greatest Hits pumpin' from your boombox
"Let's go...bump it, I know you hear me comin'"
[Verse 6: Celph Titled]
It's time to oil up my jaw bone, and get ready for slick talk
O.G. swagger, that's the way this here spic walk
About to unleash a sleek metal hatchet (Why?)
'Cause y'all sound faker than Alicia Keys' ghetto accent (Oh)
Get snapped in fragments and fed to lab rabbits
All I got is my *****, guns, and bad habits
Keep you paranoid, become a crabby sleeper
'Cause I got you sniffin' more "'caine" than Big Daddy's retriever