DJ Mustard - b**h Don't k** My Vibe/ Rack City - Mixtape verses. lyrics

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DJ Mustard - b**h Don't k** My Vibe/ Rack City - Mixtape verses. lyrics

b**h Don't k** My Vibe Lyrics By: Sharma All they kept telling me is that I´ll never make it Okay so I´ll fake it till I make i get naked Run down the street, not giving a f**, baring my bu*t cos f** society No one´s ever gonna get a grip of my nuts, I won´t back down, nor would I sell out to become a clown like the clowns on TV Where´s Paula Deen, can this ho fit inside a size forty-four jeans She gave America a sugar high, b**h I hope you eat a Big Mac, choke on it and die You're not Demi Lovato, but you're fat, you're gonna have a heart attack so b**h put down that wrap FAST RAP See I ain't no motherf**in diddy and i gotta be witty and i gotta be sh**ty and you gotta be pretty Anyways show me them titties , If you wanna get giddy, get ready you Oughta gotta get giddy giddy head , if you wanna give me head Wanna strip down, lay down get naked in the bed I'm a man with a plan for a one-night stand f** using my hand Katy Perry said that I f** better than Russell Brand, Russell Peter and Russell Crowe How does she know -, she's not ho , but I love ho's, everybody put your hands over your head and break your neck and say Jai Ho! (*** end of fast section) So hey ho I don't pay ho's, here's the deal though, I'm an A-Hole Won't pay you a dime, even if you were dying as you were trying to stand in a line to find a Tampon DISPLAY CHINESE SUBTITLES HERE FOR THIS PART it GOES LIKE JAZZ I'm f**ing serious b**h I'm pissed off like Judge Judy on her periods When I was a kid, I was a rebel without a cause, I'm 58 now, suffering from diarrhea and menopause, You don't like me? Nor do I, press pause So call me crazy Bithc I'm like a PMSING ovulating Jay-Z, I have a crush on the first lady I'll bite a dog give it a rabies, I'll drag it under the car, and run it over with a stolen Mercedes, cos f** you P.E.T.A You guys k** more animals then you save, I mean god dammit you're like a god damn animal AL-QUEDA So let me be straight up Lemme make a call to Michelle Obama, Fly her out to Bahamas Have a drink with Dalai Lama, and Skype back to the white house with Obama, Bam Bam we got a problem! What? I found Osama ( Music stops) What you thought they k**ed Bin Laden , Nope they just let loose the k**er for Trayvon Martin (I get serious and out of the comedic mode for a little but extremely pa**ionate) And Music comes back in but its milder) It's not the white people or the brown people or the blacks who are racists It all really depends on how you were raised as kids by your parents and This attitude transcends generations and the problem is multiplied with the lack of some real f**ing education and Racism continues to last, Why are we stuck in the past We fight, We don't unite, 1 black president alone cannot change our f**ing lives, The change has to come from within We need to learn to look beyond the color of our skins (Music resumes its normal volume and I switch right back into the comedic mode) Wait did I get too boring? Of course I did look at My manager who is snoring He keeps telling me to tone it down You want me tone it down? & go and be a clown, Don't listen to me, Listen to Fine China Rihanna vagina beater Chris brown Why's music filled with so much crap Just got the new Tyga album it s**ed b**h I want my money back! ( The beat switches to Tyga's Rack city instantly and my attitude gets more menacing, I have proven my flow by now and also justified that I'm a decent intelligent guy with the whole racism bit- so now I go full out and it becomes more menacing) I'm gangsta as f** Damn Right I'm gonna diss Tyga on his own track If content is key these rappers are locked There music s**s so much co*k It's like watching Perez Hilton trynna give himself a bl**job Yeah Call me show off, but I can't help it b**h I'm the best brown prostitute in town, go ask your mother or yelp it f** trynna blend, all my life I had no friends I know I got a loud mouth So I stick out, Like Ron Jeremy with his dick out I want to kidnap Oprah Winfrey and make out order the b**h some Indian take out Then kick her out move to Austin, get her pregnant tell Rick Perry to conduct an abortion. He needs to get into Frank Ocean, this backward motherf**er's got a problem legislating gay marriage Why the f** was he even born, I wish his mom fell down the stairs and had a muh f**ing miscarriage, I mean God damnit So do what you wanna do, do who you wanna do , screw who you wanna, screw I just Don't want you to be afraid to be yourself and just be you I just want to jack off to dreams of Hillary Clinton naked in a victories' secret thong Making out with Rick Ross on a George Michael song with Miley Cyrus playing topless beer pong shaking her titties getting her groove on This cheap s*ut can go for five bucks with a cheap rug on Groupon I'll do her with my ding dong, and smack that a** like Akon Record it upload it on Youp**n , I don't know whats going on, I'm spazzing out, All I know is I wanna nail Stacey and her mom, I know it might be wrong, but hey who gives a f** just cum with me and sing along Chorus x2 Sharma Sharma Why you so dope, Sharma Sharma I love your flow Sharma Sharma you drive me crazy Sharma Sharma I want you baby Resume last and final Verse /Finale f** a punch line I spit punch verses I'll Spit you in the face like that b**h Justin in person I Don't give a f** what Beliebers say I'm tired of this muhf**ing generation knowing who Miley Cyrus is but not Bob Marley I swear to god these teens have an ear infection Like One Direction just f**ed them in the ear with no protection I bet Taylor swift gets an erection every time someone mentions my name I'm tired of every track on every album sounding the same The radio being lame So f** your permission, I'm handing you the decision b**h I am the latest, the greatest contender in the list of for those who will go down in the history for being the greatest You swag rappers come dime a dozen like some second hand mediocre sh**- I bought my mother on craigslist I'm tired of Rappers being average, 2-Chainz can, dress up in an apron, some make up and lip stick, get his dick slit wear a pink gown and pink undies and make me a sandwich I wonder how his head is gonna look in my fridge, b**h This is my arrival; I'll stab you in the f**ing a**hole and give you 1 % chance of survival They say hip hops got no hope, it's hit an all time low, It'll make a Recovery (Eminem album name) yo So might as well stop b**hing its dying Just listen to me flow or go Get Rich Or Die Trying (50 cent album name) I'm gonna make Biggie and Pac proud There might be some Reasonable Doubt (Jay-Z album name) But I got All Eyez On Me (2 pac album) and I'm ready to die ( Biggie Smalls album) Like hungry wolf, I must make it to survive So I'm running at this game with a knife b**h I'm here to claim my stake in the game, I came from India with a dream and an aim, Hip Hop is never gonna be the same, I'm bout to piss on these rappers who've put hip hop to shame and put out the flame on wocka flocks name - So I'm going to show you how great I am like Mohammad Ali Its 4th of July up in here plus DIWALI So Do what you can but I cannot be stopped, you're dealing with a force that will crush the roars and soar to the top and this is hip hop- either you make it or you flop – Like 50 I showed you how to rob Watch me tumble these rappers as they jumble and fumble struggle to mumble but won't be able to say sh**. b**h I just took hip hop by storm and told it to s** my f**ing dick

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