Bouty Johnson - Diggity Damn Lyrics

What up punky Brewsters
I'ma grab you by your motherf*ckin' pigtails
And make you scream like a pig wails
Bottom line when I sat and I bumped this out
My horns straight bitch slap drums knocked you out
And if you didn't like it you can go ahead
Say something gifted with the mic device
Always got my bass bumpin' kinda like you light the pipe
Always had your base bubblin' like the f*ckin' China White
Always had my veins strugglin' every single rhyme I write
I might be the page in suffering f*ck a nine to five
I'd rather use my brain for somethin
Don't try to change the subject how you gay and suck dick
You was raised in the suburbs you punk bitch
But it don't really matter where the f*ck you live
'Cause I'm still growing fatter but I f*cked your bitch
I'm a stone cold bastard that loves to spit
Whether rhymes or on tits I ain't lyin' I admit
I'm tryin' to invent an never-ending client list
Though I was probably designed to shine and die real quick
It's BOUTY
Put your hands up put your hands down
I'm a white man this my land now
Yeah the plan for the clan take your grandchild
Now we rappin' we might stay a while
Put your hands up put your hands down
I'm a white man this my land now
The program is a scam like ShamWow
Ever since Elvis we ain't never had our own style
Ayo loop that don't want it to end man
Marijuana my friend establish that after that
It's a shot of the gin what's your choice what you drink?
Got a voice wanna speak I got a joint you wanna tweak
Here's a coin for what you think yeah a penny for your thoughts
You like how I rap automatic semi when I talk
Give me all my pops and I appreciate it
You alleviate my evil state of being
Never really hearing what these other people say
They try to cloud my nature
Turn my oak wood into skyscraper
My soul annihilate ya I ate ya
'Cause you try to take my kind favors for weakness
Yeah I miss her flavor of peaches
So in case of the fever I got a case of noxzema
So I don't look like Bill Murray
Chasin' a beaver in Caddyshack
Just bought a Cadillac hate it or leave it alone
Y'all masturbate but you keep at home
I'm comin' everywhere I'm singin' a song
La-da-da-da and I'm drinkin' to long
An my breathing is wrong
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Frak
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ah wah wah wah wah
Everybody can do that
Lick my taint suck my balls all that
How about that all right
But when you in the groove
Sometimes it seems it doesn't matter
If you win or you lose
Gotta pay attention get defensive with my shoes
Keep them bitches in the face
Have em míssing all they tooths
With a steel-toed boot
Yeah faggots feel truth
If they don't then they will
When I come to kill you
And I still murder rhymes
Like Nazi killed Jews
Half my family's Hebrew
I'm just trying to eat food
But if I don't
Then I'll eventually turn into Oscar the Grouch
A real motherf*cker
That'll rip your heart from your mouth
Best believe it's Chattanooga
Yeah it started down south
With a Ruger and a bunch of blues
To party it out
And I still go crazy like I meant to do it
And I still go stupid like the Bay would do it
And I may be puking
Off the eighth of the fluid
Making amazing music
Have you banged your head
So hard your brains will be bruising
Put your hands up
Put your hands down
I'm a white man
This my land now
Yeah the plan for the Klan
Take your grandchild
Now we rapping
I might stay a while
Put your hands up
Put your hands down
I'm a white man
This my land now
The program is a scam
Like ShamWow
Ever since Elvis
We ain't never had our own style