Mr. Porter - Rap Game lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest 9-to-5 you'll ever have You can't learn this sh** in no history book You ready to rap, motherf**er? You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha, the rap game, motherf**er! [Verse 1: Swift] I'm a disrupted n***a, you made me crazy You should've slayed me as a baby Behaving shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of laying a n***a down daily You face me, punk, it's over, you'll faint fast I'm never f**ed up to where I can't whoop yo' a** Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands; f** music Is he rappin'? It's cool, but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude, then I lose it I'm scandalous, I'll blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, n***a You are not realer, in fact, you'll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smack And got a MAC-10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me, black Or you'll be stanking in the back of a f**ing Cadillac [Verse 2: Eminem] I'ma get snuffed, ‘cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I'll pipe down when the {White House} gets wiped out When I see that little {Cheney} dyke get sniped out Lights out, b**h, adiós, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!) Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, ‘cause the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down I'm all for America; f** the government! Tell that C. Delores Tucker s*ut to s** a dick Motherf**er ducked, what the f**? Son of a b**h! Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other sh** Can't tell me sh** about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade sh**'s like a samurai sword; a sensei sh** just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay (50!!!) [Hook : 50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game And I ain't digging no hole for this rap game Man, I'm telling you: no, it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game I ain't digging no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But f** that! I'ma rap until y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, f** the dogs you sic on me I'm saying you motherf**ers don't know us, quit playing If I'm broke, then I'm breaking up in the place where you laying You know, same sh** every n***a done in his life I look at this, why speak on what I want when I write? So why should I ever fear another man? If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? Okay, you win, you can say we can't rap, but no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bustin' Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 You're feeling lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese With your seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partying addict They said, "No fighting in the club" – so I brought me a 'matic Coughing the static, I jump n***as; call me a rabbit Popping the tablet and guns that saw you in half with [Bridge: 50 Cent] Believe me, we run this rap sh**, fo' sheezy Make making millions look easy Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911, ‘cause you need the police to help you believe me [Verse 5: Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street n***as twistin' my words We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood ‘Cause Proof and Shyne, man, sh**, nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse; f** your stature, dog! Nothing to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques [Verse 6: Bizarre] (This rap game…) I'm too f**ing retarded I don't give a f** about my dick That's why I'm dating Lorena Bobbitt My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well, I really didn't, but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezing 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics That's why I glued her headphones to her ear To make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'm starting a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50, sing the hook! [Hook : 50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game And I ain't digging no hole for this rap game Man, I'm telling you: no, it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game I ain't digging no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game