Bad Seed - sh** Is Hot lyrics

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Bad Seed - sh** Is Hot lyrics

[Intro: Beavis And bu*thead talking] [Beavis] Heehehehe. Hey bu*thead. bu*thead! [bu*thead] What is it dumba**? [Beavis] Remember...when we were in the studio? Hehehe. And that group...hehe...Natural...Natural Resource was there? Remember? [bu*thead] Yeah [Beavis] Yeah. Hehe. Remember when the girl from the group...hehe...the girl... [bu*thead] Yeah. She was hot [Beavis] Yeah yeah yeah. Remember when she threw on that beat? And the beat was just so f**ing hot? It was just hot. Hehehe. Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh. Hehehe. Yeah yeah. Uh uh. The sh** is, the sh** is...hehe. The sh** is so hot. Alright alright, look, look. When I say, "This sh** is" you come on you say "hot" [bu*thead] Okay dumba** [Beavis] This sh** is, this sh** is [bu*thead] Hot [Beavis] Hehehehe. Yeah. This sh** is [bu*thead] Hot [Beavis] Uh. The sh** is, the sh** is [bu*thead] Hot [Beavis] Hehe. The sh** is, the sh** is [bu*thead] Hot [Verse One: Bad Seed] Typhoon rap will get you caught up in my twister It's the n***a who we attitude ugly like Sister Sister Approach Bad, you life will get taken like f**ing Coach bag Dangerous when I'm sober, mad murderous when I smoke bags Of trauma, my raps kick like the breath of ya mama Bad Seed n***a, could give a f**, como te llama I scar you out You rip me? It's hard to tell n***a I'm larger than that nose on Gargamel And the arms on Nel Carter, I start a war you cats don't want a part of Y'all played out like them coats with the hoods that's made by Starter How you gonna diss the man that was almost your father? But I got trampled on the way to bone your moms by rottweilers n***a this sh** is nastier than three quadruple X flicks I stay on some next sh**, roll deep like Mexicans Who want it? I know it ain't y'all, y'all looking leary Old and played out style like them books by Bev' Cleary Now choose your own adventure, take out comp' like dirty dentures Sk**fully move like ninjas without fear of getting injured In Timberlands I stand in the stance I got raps like Jesus had nails in his hands And feet n***as get beat like a perverted n***as meat (he said "meat") Word to me I be the illest n***a in the street [Hook] [Verse Two: Jean Grae] MC am I, people call me What When I spray my verbal Tec all impostors duck Channeling linguistic wordplay, symmetrical placement I see the money but I'd rather bang it in the basement (She said "bang") I'm a true hip hopper, four corners be known Tried to [?] spray my eye in Krylon the way home Can't catch bullets in your teeth like Sho Nuff and Leroy Stop acting like your chest says "Super B-Boy" Decoy I implement to throw minds is intellect When I rhyme I interject words with verbs that connect One of the three I represent the crew known as Resource Rappers don't battle no more now the planet's got they own G force We torch since snide comments, I handle with ease As lyrical lashes leave trees on the back of wack MC's You needs more than Jesus on your side to win After defeating you I bring it to your next of kin See my style is 8-8 like Ramona Quinn In simple terms I've been rhyming since two plus ten Make your chest collapse and bleed like marines obsessed Take 'em to war What, Squared, Bad Seed, and O.B.S [Bad Seed] I hit the stage, strike a pose, cipher blown Ignite your microphone, smoke 'em like a bone Known for deadly poems Behead your dome verbally, lyrically structure Only props ya n***as get is on some crutches Arteries ruptured You're lucky Retire so be on the lookout Snare be having raps like black people be having cookouts The woman can [?] another seed like me If that's the case then b**h I have to race, clock her like Spike Lee From here to there and back, I drop back, disguise as raps Target yo' cerebellum when I penetrate it collapse Perhaps it's called murder on wax I snuff you with DAT, a**ault you with tracks Simple fact cause I thought you was wax My grill is ice until it cracks Whole style and persona is laid back and relaxed Test my clique, Mack's at your back [?] your raps Before you come here test what can't be seen You blinded by gleam Forever shine on tracks long as I breathe [Hook]

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