"F Dat"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	CD: To Be Or Not To Be: The 2 and a half year Journey Credits: Lyrics By Jmacula, Produced by John Bass and www.FreeRapBeats.com
	Lyrics Stereotyped early as the ugly kind nobody likes That’s why I’m not gonna stop till the source gimme 5 mics I just wish when I was born someone red me my rights Cuz feels like I been in prison, my whole fuckin life Doin what these assholes tell me even when they ass is wrong (what we’re never wrong) u must be puffen a bong cuz u not me, u don’t know what I gotta deal wit mom or dad it’s all the same, in this bullshit game and the word respect don’t mean a motherfuckin thang fuck blacks, immigrants, women, jews or gays I gotta speak on the ways the fuckin youth has been played Parents treat us like slaves, the world treats us like naives And they wonder why we go out there and bust AK’s (Must have been that music that they listen to these days) they dumb ass dopes, than they wonder why we got no hope I aint old enuff to vote, but I could be tried as an adult Hook: Fuck Dat Fuck Dat Fuck Dat Fuck Dat (x2) I’m like what? Niggas killen each other over crips and bloods Can’t yall niggas be useful and go find George Dub Move to Washington, do em just like they did us Execute them for they crimes, fuck that dumb gang stuff These mufuckaz bout as smart as a Jim Carry movie While my rhymes is Wes Craven cuz they get scary, truly Yo rhymes my favorite part of the female body, booty The way I rap u think I had PMS, becuz it’s moody My click is off the chain better watch out for these hoolies Yo click Mickey mouse and daffy duck, your goofy Macula be the don, yall just small time moolies Yall niggas make oranges look hard, yall niggas so fruity I come, deeper than a whole to Japan, I’m so nice My hip hop spirits been reborn, more that twice Now I’m In the mode where I just spit about my life Macula making a song about weed clothes and Ice… (Hook) I’m more radical than a black hippy, take Trent Lott back to Mississippi While he sleep sneak in the crib buck about fitty U go one choice, believe me, my name ain’t Ripply My rhymes nasty like Ren and yall just stupid like stimpy I want my say, I feel I’m old, I know longer play U got 60 year olds dumber than J, so I’m gone do it my way These idiotic mufuckaz better quit the tyraid I spit a bar for each year in my life, so whats my age I can’t believe the my own state, waged war on me Pete Wilson said ain’t nothing worse than a minority That’s why I assassinate them politicians orally Shoot em in the chest let the blood pour on me So I got 1 question, whats the world gone be? I guess it just wasn’t set up, for young me Fuck it, point ya gat at somebody random and bust it And watch them go down and just die like it’s nothing Message to the people with the power run it Hook

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