Bitch Rappers & Metaphors - Joe Budden

Whoaaa… yeah, it’s your boy Jumpoff Beezy a.k.a. Regular Joe a.k.a. That Dude

Shout out to all the mixtape DJs and shit

Stack, what up nigga

Webb, turn my vocals up a little bit

See, what we gonna do is we gonna rhyme like the other niggas and shit

With the bullshit rhymes, putting a whole bunch of words together just because

And niggas is really listening to that shit like, «Yo, he’s hot»…NOT

I think niggas might have forgot what the word «hot» is

Fucking with all these metaphor niggas with the bullshit like

«I'm flat like plasma»

«I smoke like forest fires» and all this dumb shit

«I'm cool like AC’s»

«I bang like bangers»…ha…some dumb shit

SO… we gonna have to teach niggas how to rap again

Niggas might have forgot -- go ahead and help them out

We recording… ARE WE RECORDING???

All right -- just making sure, man

Its, its, its that on top music!!!

Ok, moving on now -- we done with the no names

Now put the purple in the air like soul plane

Point blank when hammers is out

I’ll have it right up on your skin -- it’s like the plastic on your grandma

couch

In the hood somebody’s telling, cops cuff and arresting

So its somebody else besides Usher confessing

Spray y’all clip team

Y’all broke but the day y’all get cream is the day y’all meet the AR-15

Jason Bourne niggas sent right after a guy

The dudes that say word to they seed right after they lie

So when I spot 'em or see 'em

I’mma play the graveyard realtor in charge of every mausoleum

Buying 900 gallons of dip

In the crib the living room wall is 900 gallons of fish

The block is fucked up, my son’s feeling is helpless

I see why everybody in slum village is selfish.

nigga

Hard to imagine the game without me

Even mixtapes just ain’t been the same without me

And anytime beef is on or the heat is on

I’m on some Nelly shit in New Jerz, getting my Eagle on

Niggas wanna rep, better watch your back

Even little niggas is jumping now they Robert Pack

And there’s great artists out the struggling to get a joint across

While wack niggas need nine minutues to get a point across

When will you cowards learn, though?

I only fuck chicks looking like they off the Howard Stern Show

I love when black youths do they numbers and all

Make hits to make them little kids run to the store

But its like rappers ain’t got no hunger at all

And niggas' albums don’t leave you with a hunger for more

Say Joe, leave it alone -- accept it, they lost

But I’m a addict -- got a problem with beating a dead horse, nigga

Simple, man… see…two way ya boy next time you drop, man

No more mixtapes hit the street without the kid on them

Thats how we gonna do, y’all must’ve forgot like Roy Jones

That’s one of then wack metaphors niggas be using, too

Yo, I’m hot like the sun

I am cooler than the other… oh yeah, nigga said that

YOU AIN’T COOLER THAN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PILLOW, NIGGA