Audio Two - Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) lyrics

(I think it's time I start feeling b**hy I've been too nice too long Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) (Gon' be some sh**) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some sh**) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some sh**) (Hot) (damn) (ho) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some sh**) (Hot damn) [ VERSE 1 ] Before this jam starts I'm simply stating You have all waited, now you can stop waiting Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 Or shall I got straight to 80 percent? Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed The party's not over, it's just beginning Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?) Any battle in any competition 'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey (Ho) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame And I ain't out to give you what you don't have So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh I could diss, call you names and make fun of you (Ho) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth Like a watchtower, hour by the hour Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat) With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet) When he count it down (When I count it down 6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate [ Chorus ] (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the f** up) (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the f** up) (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the f** up) (Here we) (here we) (Gon' be some sh**) (Here we go again) [ VERSE 2 ] The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother? When you should really ask: where is the father? (Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild? You get around like a cab, now that's too bad Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad? Bodily you're vivacious? Don't make me laugh Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pa** You ain't gettin loose, you f**in jerk And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid Sexin and s**in, yeah, that is your trade Put on this earth just to distract me Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding Tell me, why must I keep reminding You to step back, let the Lyte shine Do not say sh** till you write your own rhymes [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 ] Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon Don't dare to sleep or even prey on The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong And the rhymes I create are made to last long Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb So roll correctly if you decide to come MC s**er, this is what you waited for I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC Did not you know that I am crazy? My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many Like I said and will have to say Over and over, cause you disobey Here on this earth I reign superior One of these days I will have to get with ya Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 4 ] I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin Now it is my duty, to all MC's To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please Now I was quite polite, nice I might add But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown Borrowin money to buy an outfit Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic I ask you: do you know who you're f**in with? With those Bubblegum jeans and those 2-for-1 Skips I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback Payback is a b**h, and I'm givin you no slack Unfinished Business, that sh** was wack So Lyte made no attempt to strike back But here we go again, what is Light's Out? Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about? Let me say next time that you feel pissed I suggest that you don't try to diss [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 5 ] You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable In 10% I popped your head in a microwave I'm into blenders now, so you better behave Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack) Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show So yo, ho, I think you oughta go Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it) But remember, you forced me to do it [ Chorus ] Yo, now you know And knowing is half the battle Slime