100% - Ronnie Bosh, Dirty Dike

Now, you pay up or else

What are you gonna do, kill me?

I’ll teach you a lesson, you long-haired git!

I don’t have to take that sort of talk anymore. Not from anybody

There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend

I rock my swagga on a hundred percent

But fuck love and respect

I’m vexed hungry and come to offend

And trust me I’ve done done it again

I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath

The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck

Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end

But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah

So allow me to reintroduce the recluse

Mind set to feed himself fumes and abuse

He was busy speaking the truth in his youth

Now elusive, rarely ever seen in the booth

Got 'em begging for the new shit

Live and exclusive

Until the mood lifts he’s lighting his toothpick

Truth is dude spits tight as the noose grips

Loose lips two bit pricks couldn’t do shit

If the shoe fits he’s treading on extremities

Knows what the poison is just get him on the remedies

Settle on your enemy and fight until the death

Isn’t drinking for the subtle hint of cider on the breath

I confess I’m depressed and I couldn’t care less

'bout your rapper don swagger or your puffed out chest

What, next a tiny bit of shine at best

Then a lifetime spent on the side like the rest

There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend

I rock my swagga on a hundred percent

But fuck love and respect

I’m vexed hungry and come to offend

And trust me I’ve done done it again

I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath

The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck

Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end

But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah

I guess you lesser breddas better button it

He was simply waiting for the game to catch him up a bit

Nothing did

Fresh off the mothership desperate to double dip

Under his fingers to rest on his gums and lips

The gutter kid, blessed with that other shit

And if you really wanna test me I come equipped

Yeah, I’ve got 'em vexed man they’re trucking it

But those motherfuckers don’t know who the fuck they’re fucking with

So let me give 'em a clue

It’s that rap-cat longer than a didgeridoo

Billin' a zoot, walking in and filling his boots

Of your wives, your girlfriends and mistresses too

Shit happens that didn’t approve

Looked a little confused deadsitted the rou

But I couldn’t give a flying fuck sitting consumed

The bitterest fumes I’m back bitch isn’t it true

There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend

I rock my swagga on a hundred percent

But fuck love and respect

I’m vexed hungry and come to offend

And trust me I’ve done done it again

I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath

The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck

Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end

But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah