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the goats - wrong pot 2 piss in lyrics

[verse 1: madd]
serve me up, serve me up, serve me up a plate
a styled linguistics flowing at a smooth rate
commotion, the notion that we need to settle
look who called the kettle black so don’t you mettle jack
i was turning now i’m done turning other cheeks
you had your time to beef now let madd like speak
you’re just a honey nut, honey nut cheerio
i pour some rhymes in and now you’re soggy yo
’cause while i’m shriveling you be getting fatter
they swing me m a double but my sh-t gets madder than that
you run the flam so you think that you’re a p-sser
you picked the wrong one, so cool it mister
blisters, that’s what you got on your doubly bubbly lips
you need some campho-phenique before you try to dip
on this dye you talking jimmie walker
ain’t got good times on this, so stop your gawkin’

[verse 2: oatie kato]
well it’s me the rhymer, me the poem sayer
me the funky dunkin’ blubber b-ball player
never a slayer of the same genre propster
i never wanted to be a gangster or a mobster
and never a copster eating lobster on the take a
saying goodness saka to the humble honest quakers
breaker the b-mp like a crystal coffee creamer
tell me how you can school me if you was born in a beamer
dreamer american, cream of the very land
stolen from the indians and brothers like farrakhan
trifle, it’s not like a flick starring fievel
stifle, i won’t, i’d join the bloods with the rifles
like eiffel, the tower, i observe the oppression
p-ssy (p-ssy) poor, here’s a white boy’s confession
twister, you vicing, the labor of this mission
george you got a lot of p-ss but wrong pot to p-ss in

[hook]

you got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in

[verse 3: swayzack]
david duke you better put yours up or get koofed
p-ssing him up, but he out of luck with no proof, yeah
missed the pot ’cause you forgot about the hippahopper
but jack-in-the-box pulled out the stops
you know my p-ss is hotter
it takes a lot to get through if you don’t pursue the truth
’cause i got a crew and if you get new i’m gonna turn it loose
so here’s your noose, i made it white to match your wack -ss hood
and watch your back ’cause swayzack reacts d-mn good
i think you better get respect and correctly sort it out
because we don’t want to have to let willie horton out
my man rodney king would love a swing
if yusef hawkins was walking he’d say the same thing
go stand in the ring and burn a cross
your own hate fire transpired to burn your hoods off
step off or pay the cost for not listenin’
that’s when you lost, you picked the wrong pot to p-ss in

[hook]

you got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in
got the wrong pot pot, pot pot to p-ss in

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