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funkmaster wizard wiz - knucklehead rappers lyrics

[verse 1]
to all the knuckle, the knuckle, the knucklehead rappers
the ones that eat cheese on hi-ho crackers
the ones who try to be what they’re really not
because they found a few rhymes in they’re raggly old socks
well it’s time to let you know that i rap a top sh-t
and ain’t n0body here who can f–k with it
so just watch your step honey, ’cause i’m a boss
and i’ll swing your little booty like a red hot sauce
a few words of advice that i’ll give to you
i’ll take out five, six, seven of your whole d-mn crew
so just go about your business and keep your trap shut
because i got a lot of moppin’ up to back it up
that’s why they call me wizard wiz, because i am the chief
i hear you jealous mcs out there suckin’ your t–th
but you won’t do it to my face because you know i ain’t playin’
on the mothaf–ckin’ ground is where your -ss’ll be layin’

[verse 2]
though i may be short, but i’ll tell you this
it takes a lot to f–k around with the wiz-ologist
i’m prepared, experienced and i’m also equipped
for any rookie mc who comes talkin’ sh-t
and if you want to fight, hey, you better come right
because i might get uptight and beat you up with my mic
i’ll get you down on the ground, get you in a bear hug
then i’ll step all on your face like you’re a water bug
i’ll make you swell and yell, i’ll make you heave and bleed
plant you six feet under like a pumpkin seed
or i can beat your -ss, until you get a rash
then i can stick you in a can like some corned beef hash
’cause this ain’t no fairy tale and it ain’t no myth
and it don’t matter to me, who you come back with
your pop, the cops, or your punk -ss crew
they’ll get the same treatment that i gave you

[verse 3]
’cause i don’t like no suckers, no rookies or fakes
i ain’t gettin’ at n0body, whose underarms stinks
all you chump mcs jump around like a monkey
have your -ss in the tub, ’cause you smell kind of funky
you’re always walkin’ ’round askin’ for respect
tryin’ to hide that crust from behind your neck
and when i ask you about it, you try to be smart
sayin’, “that ain’t nothin’, wiz, that’s just my birthmark”
but i asked your moms, she told me not to laugh
but that you had your birthmark on the back of your -ss
so know i know the truth, and i’ma tell the world
but before i do that, i’m gonna tell your girl
i don’t remember your name, but i know how she looks
like some creepy mothaf–cka from a comic book
she wore a long dingy dress with a patch on her sleeve
and some smelly perfume that smelled like seaweed

[verse 4]
her breath smell like she just ate somethin’ rotten
and i don’t think she care about the hole in her stockin’
but i’d listen carefully, if i went to school
about her keepin’ her money in her combat boots
now i know and you know that you made a error
but your the one that has to walk down the street with her
now it’s time, ha, for me to get on you
so listen up ah-knucklehead ’cause i’m not through
i hear you’re the type that depends on your mommy
still gettin’ clothes from the salvation army
i hope she kicks you out, now where you gonna stay?
your best bet is the ymca
they’ll take you in and give you a meal
and a bed so hard, you swore it was steel
and you’ll get used to it and you’ll never say no
because you know you’re starvin’ marvin and you got nowhere to go

[verse 5]
why don’t you get a job and start dressing neat?
be a man, stand on your own two feet
see, it ain’t hard to do, get up out of the blues
stop goin’ to —- bag, getting cowboy shoes
i ain’t mentionin’ no names, but just between you and me
dude, you still pack bags at the a-m-p
’cause i remember all the times when you had a lot of lint
’cause a customer gave you a fifty cent tip
now look at you doin’ that silly old dance
you got the nerve to have on your baby brother’s pants
i knew you were a bum, but i didn’t expect
that you would work in a store for a fifty cent check
it got me so upset when i heard this
that you scr-pple in a zoo, clean the gorilla sh-t
but i don’t give a d-mn about the day or month
’cause you can live your f–ckin’ life, the way that you want

[outro]
i’m wizard wiz, i’m what it is, and i’m the master [?]
i’m what it is, i’m wizard wiz, i p-ssed my high school quiz

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