Thug Lord(Explicit) - Yukmouth

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, ni**a bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords
Ni**a that cross me, his a** gon die, my ni**a bust yours
Them niggaz want war
I'm glad you said it, now you old a** rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J, you better tell these f**kin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted
Even your f**kin' [unverified] get detted
Fake a** synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your letice
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it takes to build me
I know you wish some niggaz peel me and drill me
You better pay a ni**a to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the sh*t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a ni**a out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the semi
I was born to slap the sh*t out of macks, take their b**ch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't sh*t, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f**ked in your mouth?
Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as f**k in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' w**d
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my sh*t's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, b**ch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthaf**kaz, I'm the illest ni**a, I feel
F**k a record deal, the game is fake
My ni**a Coolio said f**k 'em
Start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the One Hit Wonder
This time, my sh*t hit like thunder
In the Hummer, ni**a, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your a** in Atlanta
Old a** rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't like my sh*t
Then turn around and say, "Yuk, help me write my sh*t"
Ain't that a b**ch?
Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, ni**a bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords
Ni**a that cross me, his a** gon die, my ni**a bust yours
Them niggaz want war
If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, f**k 'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, f**k 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, ni**a I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
And f**k 'em off in the game like so
Nobody [unverified] f**k wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take this b**ch over
They gon make me vice president before this b**ch over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best sh*t now?
Ni**a, you know your a** was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
B**ch, ha, ha, ha, ha Thug Lord ha, ha, ha, yes