Get Off The Dick - Ultra

This for all you motherfuckers bitin' my space shit

Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter

Yeah!

Throwin' the monkey-fuckin'-wrench in the business

Yeah, all that trendy shit out there

That old fake shit

So regular

That common shit

Shit that stink

Word up

Do this!

Like you knew this, haha

This is how we do

Yeah

Every, every day all day, haha

All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak

Niggas be talkin like they hard, they fuckin asscrack

These wack MCs tryna sound like Kool Keith

I should’ve took a bat and knocked out they front teeth, ow!

From New York to Cali MCs keep poppin' shit

With messed up grammar, your weak style ain’t stoppin' shit

Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it’s fog

Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog

You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss

When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum

I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore

Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture

Take out your whole backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum

Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt

I don’t care, beware, smell smoke watch your back

I’m up close like acne pimples in your ass crack

Atomic workout, strategy for fuckin' jerks

Your album’s butthole, overused with inserts

Still light up shit point blank like fuckin' fireworks

Niggas get busted 'cause half fights for Greyhound

Penalties are deadly for quality, how your shit sound?

I’m not followin' motherfuckers

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

How many niggas is on our dick?

(Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

How many niggas is on our dick?

(Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

(Get off the dick!) Niggas on some Ultra shit (For life)

God damn it’s a brand new year

Comin' back with the full packed MAC

Bustin' off with the raw raps

Rippin' rappers out the frame, 'cause it’s like that

You want your mic back;

bitch you’re gonna have to fight back

Raise up, raise up, if you’re nice and

Niggas fuckin' with D-O-G is like McNeely fuckin' with Mike Tyson

I’m slicin', dicin' MCs, they call me Ginsu

Niggas get me amped, watch me get mental

Perplexed I project my lyrical context

Bust nuts in rappers anus 'cause it’s better than sex

Hey yo I’m mad, and I’m bad like Mr. Cool J

I’m back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray

Get down for my crown, 'cause I’m a scholar

Niggas shit is so wack I wouldn’t pay a fuckin dollar, holla

(Hooooooo!) Fuck it

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

How many niggas is on our dick?

(Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

How many niggas is on our dick?

(Get off the dick!)

Niggas on some Ultra shit, niggas on some Ultra shit

Niggas on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)

Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won’t work tonight

Just raw beat, you’re buttnaked standin' on the street

Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole

Niggas get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode

German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler

No soft samples, corny loops, fuck fiddler!

Niggas get carried away with basic shit, every day

Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits

Ex-Lax reveal your steelo’s got the shits

Pack a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin' catch the bus

Niggas already been through sad stories;

fuck y’all Gus

Yeah I don’t give a fuck about the sunny stick drums

Who’s usin the Alfonso Moons

Whatever I don’t give a fuck

Cal Tjader I don’t give a fuck, any snare, whatever

Distinctive loop, fuck it all

Motherfuckers can go search downtown

And find all these records if you want;

I don’t give a fuck!