Pip Skid - s**er lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "s**er stepped up and got murdered" - Boogie Down Productions 'Original' [Verse One: Pip Skid] s**er That's my sister you're hittin' on This ain't gon' be no kitten you're written on Whatever you sitting on, it's so useless You're best to have a gun in the truck, I'll leave you toothless s**er Yeah I'm late with the funds But I ain't have a window for sixteen months For once fix something How 'bout the oven? You too busy counting rent money and scumming s**er You're sh**ty like poo stains An escalators like a highway, hit sh** of two lanes So if you don't walk then let people pa** Either stand to the right or move your fat a** s**er Why you all up in her face? Your hands ain't a belt, keep 'em off of her waist Personal space you shouldn't have to protect That woman is a person, show some f**ing respect s**er I hope you die and sh** [?] but you're a lying prick The line is thick between your kind and mine You use new bottles but I know it's the same wine s**ers What's wrong with your heads? White people wearing natural wigs and dreads Might as well just use black face like Ted Danson Have a minstrel drum circle with fire, dancin' s**er [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Mcenroe] s**er I caught you looking at me You got something to say, why don't you make it snappy And if you want me to play then make your cash exactly You want me outta the way, then I can make you happy s**er The hippy thing is played out Woodstock was the 60's so maybe let it fade out The baby boomers blew up and threw out the flowers For Beamers and Mercedes and started taking showers s**er You blew another damn election Could of voted but you focused on your stamp collection Should've known that you don't care about the consequences You're a quota are you ever gonna learn your lessons? s**er You b**h about the industry Then you switch, start sleeping with the enemy All the same, really doesn't make a dif' to me Who is to blame when your record sell pitifully s**er You think you do your fans a favor With your short set definite lack the flavor With the wack start, audience waits forever Homie you lack heart, back to see you never s**ers You f**ing up a hockey season Stuck for the bread but I guess it's not a shocking reason It's the game, not the politics that got me fiendin' Anyway, for an athlete to not be greedy... s**er You're abusing your authority Not your choosing, a life of uniformity Misusing your role and those in poverty Just losing the focus of the economy s**er The folk fest is next week This is hip hop where heads don't get sweet Show and prove or it's on to the next freak Know the rules so your best bet is to not speak s**er [Scratch Hook] "Everybody listen up I got something to say About all these s**ers trying to stand in my way"