I like big butts and I cannot lie
Or
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung
Really that whole song is a masterpiece.
One for the money, two for the better green / 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left.
Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit
I just want the bread and baloney bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."
So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.
Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.
"Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret — the million other straws underneath it. It's all mathematics." -- Yasiin Bey
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em
I start to think and then I sink into the paper, like I was ink / when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines / I escape - when I finish the rhyme
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
