Artist: The Boss Hog Barbarians Album: Every Hog Has Its Day Song: Celph Destruction Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro: J-Zone] + (Celph Titled) Yeah, whatever. Yeah what...Y'all muhfuckas is stupid I ain't tryin' to hear that shit Matter of fact, here my muthafuckin' man is right now Yo Celph (Yeah) these fools over here talkin' that Paris Hilton (Uh-huh), mouth-fulla-dick garbage You know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck that) But check it I made you this beat, man. This beat is hard as my dick on the first day of June, ass and titties all in the street (Aight) One favor though, kick that crazy, ignorant ass rhyme you kicked on my voicemail the other day, man (No doubt) Shit was crazy. Tired of these fools talkin' this garbage, man (Yeah!) Matter of fact, lemme load the beat up real quick Lemme change the sequence (Let's do it) Aight...MPC loaded, handle your business, man [Celph Titled] + (J-Zone) I'ma be...rockin' a kufi while I'm cockin' a uzi Make it go pop like The Fugees, I'm stickin' cock in a floozy I'm like 'Pac, you can't move me, I'm the Mustafa with toolies I'll be hawkin' a loogie, it ain't no stoppin' this loony While I'm clockin' a cutie that keeps a glock in her booty She get hot in jacuzzis and watch her drop in a two-piece It's a lot of these groupies, that be hot with the coolies So it's best not that they do me so I stay floppin' their boobies I'll put the dot on your doobie, even your pops said I'm groovy I've been sockin' ya noobies since I was locked into juvie And you gotta be goofy, rockin' your knot 'till it's gooey At the top where my crew be, look how my pockets are poofy And you sloppy like dookie, call me the Doc like I'm Doogie I'm in the lobby with Susie, you see some mamis who blew me? I'm sippin' Don with my ???, your bitches swallow the roofies So come hop on my Suzuki, I'm poppin' shots from my hooptie Like Better Crocker and Bruce Lee, I'm cookin' pots of chop suey Roastin' your rott 'till he's soupy, look like a goblin, not Snoopy Now you plottin' to shoot me, you paid the cops only two G's I paid the SWAT Team a cool three to mop your top like Chewy Or the Ewok in the movie, even Chris Rock said I'm cooky Now check my plot, it's a doozy, I'm givin' ostriches noosies So they can chomp through your Guchi, now you can stop actin' snoody It's not about all the loochy, have you forgotten? I'm loosely Out my mind, got me woozy, lettin' off shots is my duty Champagne on the block like Big Scooby, peace to ??? Travel non-stop to Bermudy, sunglasses blockin' the UV's Leavin' your carcasses, doobie, shootin' from choppers and Hueys I bet you thought you could fool me, Blowfish; rock like I'm Hootie I'm at the dock with some blue skis, sippin' some vodka with brewskies I write a lot on my loose leaf, and the Godz couldn't duke me Bitches be walkin' right to me, playin' 'em to me song "Juicy" Ain't it odd they just knew me, is it not a bit spooky? Your mom be callin' me pookie while I be palmin' her coochie Look at my watch with the rubies, your whole roster is fruity I'm slangin' rocks with my goonies, then we coppin' more jewelery And I ain't gotta be boozy, I'm with the wops and the moolies On TV slots like I'm Tootie, or that Cosby kid Rudy Now you got sick with the flu, sneezin', when I rock they don't boo me I'm spittin' topics so rudely just like the comic Paul Mooney And I'm not from the boonies, no synopsis or proof be required When I talk the tool speaks, you can't stop or repute me You can't walk when I shoot these, riot and rock, we show mutiny Walk in the spot, they say "Who's he?" Your album flopped, it's a snoozy Bad bitch with a body named Lucy came to my spot and seduced me Took my cumshots like a true sleeze, Vuitton Don like I'm Louis Grabbin' my crotch when I'm moody (Yo Celph) Heckler and Koch (Yo Celph) yeah I move heat (Yo hog) Take all you got if you sue me (C'mon cousin) Bring out the monsters and ghoulies (Make sure we got 'em) "Pow, punk ass"