"Mug Shot"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Completed: 3-16-2003
	CD: None   Label: Krock-o-dile Records Credits: Andrew DeCrocker
	Lyrics Krock - Mug Shot: [Verse 1] I'm a ra ra rebel with the ba ba bass And the tra tra treble in your fa fa face it I'm Krock I'm ready to rock the mic day or night Call me a musician but I'm just living my life See I'm a rap kat dishing out rhymes and beats And when the treble meets the bass You better get off the streets Cause I bring the show anytime and anyplace If you're not bringing the dough Then get the fuck out of my face And back up or get smacked up by my audio waves I dream of radio plays but I'd rather play the radio Just like hip-hop I came up in the eighties so Step the fuck down or get stepped the fuck on I rap it faster than a mother-fucking marathon Carry on I'm a don juan a conceited little bastard Don't master tracks I plaster acts who try rock the crowd you get drowned in my sound I don't fuck around when I want the crown I break boundaries just to get my piece [Chorus:] Welcome to the movie I call my life I read the script last night And I ripped that shit right up on the spot Now I picked up the pen and I began to drop A plot so hot it would make the Mona Lisa Look like a mother fucking mug shot [Verse 2] Turn the tables on ya ass so fast It would rip ripples off Edison's wax Now I can't relax till the job is done No fortunate son but I run this Krockodilius you best be pissed Here's he scoop get the loot Get through to these mother fucking record companies Not on my knees about to say please No I'd live on the streets before I'd give in Yo plot twist I'm in the Caribbean No money in my wallet but I'm living the dream man Oh wait I'm up in Mexico ripping off a fool Stupid college fucks this is where the money's at And matter a fact I'll probably feed off of you Like a mafia mopping the floor with you ass Tolerate me or hate me na just tolerate my shit Cause I quit reforming to to quack motherfuckers [Chorus:] Welcome to the movie I call my life I read the script last night And I ripped that shit right up on the spot Now I picked up the pen and I began to drop A plot so hot it would make the Mona Lisa Look like a mother fucking mug shot [Verse 3] I live in reality so I can die for my dreams So up the anty you pansies cause you cant handle me And you best take indeed cause I don't fight fair You're not late until you get there so you best not come Because as long as I'm here you're gunna pretty dumb chum Leave you crying like onion Blast ya like a mother fucking sawed off shotgun I'm not done I'm just getting started And you been out smarted by a crock-o-shit Pussys rap like a hissy fit I said I'll do it rewrite it fight it And bite right in this mic so I got to grab my coat and lace up my shoes get on the move turning loose just so I can die pretty one more problem this set don't fit me [Chorus:] Welcome to the movie I call my life I read the script last night And I ripped that shit right up on the spot Now I picked up the pen and I began to drop A plot so hot it would make the Mona Lisa Look like a mother fucking mug shot

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