Sway - Get You Mad lyrics

[Intro] Yo, mic-check Testing, one, two… f** My dick…my nuts… [Verse 1] My attitude is worse than N.W.A's was I'll battle you over stupid sh** And diss people who ain't have sh** to do with it Like Cool J does (my tattoo!) You see me standing outside of your building Screaming, "Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children!" I look at my life in a new light f** it, give me two mics I write songs for me, f** what you like You probably hear me rap half-hearted ‘Cause I don't like rap anyway I'm just tryin' to get my p**no career started Every place and event – been there, done that sh**, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went Want a deal? Study these five chapters Lesson 1: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson 2: Face 'em and diss 'em Don't give em a demo; kidnap 'em And make 'em come to your basement and listen Lesson 3: Get a job at a label Switch demos with Canibus And put yours on the owner's table Lesson 4: Know you heard this before "Hey, let me get your number! I'll call you tomorrow, for sure" Don't act like a fan, you wanna get signed Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as whack as you can Lesson 5: Get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street I ain't giving you sh**, b**h, don't even bother asking me Toilet water splashes me Right in the a** when I'm spitting, ‘cause I'm always sh**ting when I'm rapping like Master P (UNNNGGGGH) Got a bl**job from Paula Jones And stuffed it so far in her mouth My balls broke both of her collarbones Told Mya this sh** was all about me-ah Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea And all three of my main girls said "See ya!" ‘Cause Brandy and Monica walked in And caught me f**ing Aaliyah I splish-splash while I'm takin' a bath Grab a handful of pills, break 'em in half, take 'em and laugh White trash, f**ing your wife in the a**, while you're out siphoning gas for your lawn mower to cut the gra** [Hook] So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You know I just be saying that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha sh** you wished you had You know I just be saying that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that sh**'s too sad You know I just be saying that to get you mad He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad You know I just be saying that to get you mad [Verse 2] What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi, Renée! I was just about to toss a live grenade In your driveway and drive away Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS? Blood drippin' from it Rippin' your stomach like a paper mâché You talk a lot of sh**, but you was never ill though I'm sick enough to beat you to d**h with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh Jumped up, choked a giraffe Snapped his neck and broke it in half Waging wars, went on stage And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange And wiped my a** with his page in Source The demon is here, steamin' this year I rip [Mystikal's] voice box out and scream in his ear It's not a gimmick, b**h; it's an image, I live it Give a f**? I don't know what a f** is to give it "Yeah, I don't think this guy is well" – I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail I'll f**ing… I'll f**ing… lay your nuts on the dresser Just your nutsack by itself And bang them sh**s with a spiked bat Cut your neck off and sew your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor Who's itching to leave you disfigured And stiffer than Chris-stiff-er Reeves I was teething with strep throat While your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm iller than taking a hammer and beating your knees And walking through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Waking up the next day in breathing machines Flashing back to being shot and repeating the scenes On how you just got smoked And if you do live You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and Pac joke [Hook]