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Smut Peddlers - Текст песни Diseases
Yo, whattup E?
 Yo, whattup Starbuck, what's goin' on?
 Yeah, how you livin'?
 Yeah, you know just smokin' every day, whassup?
 Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's wack man
 Yeah I know, say word
 All these MC's got diseases
 Yeah, they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague, baby
 MC's got delusions of grandeur and such
 Yeah, man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup
 Now go make a record and go rob a bank
 Now you got Cool C-itis to thank
 Copped that advance but lost that check
 Must be due to Alzheimer's onset
 Go up in the label, when honies start feelin' ya
 Hobbes you better catch some R felia
 And female rappers don't have a chance
 Need flow augmentation and mic implants
 Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?
 Caught half-steppin' 'cause she got a peg leg
 Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it?
 That's 'cause, girl, was lactose intolerant
 Smoke with E, you gonna have fun
 Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs
 Try and spit but nothin' comes out
 Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 You with wifey dog, get a car from Sonya
 It's likely you'll catch Nokia phobia
 You shiverin' from ice, hold a mic device
 It's most certainly some rappers frostbite
 Go up in the club, in moderation
 'Cause online you be catchin' Peter Geisha'n impatient
 Ha ha, rollin' trees, only got seeds
 Man's puffin' crystals, green with envy
 Rhymin' for the loot, to get some mass
 You a prime candidate for a heart bypass
 You online, think you the dopest
 Geek caught a case of wack Internet-a-tosisSmut Peddlers - Diseases - http://ru.motolyrics.com/smut-peddlers/diseases-lyrics.html
 Startin' rumors, check the tabloids
 Caught a Blaze haze, maybe source hemorrhoids
 Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
 At a show catch a microphone impalement
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 Scrub your hands fifty times and wash the smut odor
 Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder
 Up I got downers, down I got uppers
 Now chuggin' Pedia, sure for fuckin' suppper
 Step to E, no microphone contest
 Soon learn about inferiority complex
 I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix
 Till Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix
 Now I'll supply prescriptions
 Come to the motherfuckin' spot, if you havin' wack visions
 Writers block? Just can't flow?
 Hit you off with a double mic hydro
 You goin' gold if you got the patience
 Son, check in you got rap hallucinations
 The surgeon, wack MC's I carve up
 Hip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
 Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin'
 Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin'
 Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
 Yeah, E, I don't know
 I still don't think they know
 Smut Peddlers, Cage, in the house
 Mighty Mi, in the house
 Yes, indeed all the dirty people, in the house
 Yo, you better go get checked
 Go to the clinic, 'cause you got somethin'
 Don't say you got nothin'
 'Cause we're all diseased, right















