[Intro: Crooked I & Joell Ortiz]

S-sutt S-sutt

Hip-Hop Weekly: Reloaded

I'm kinda fucked up, on these Four Lokos in this bitch

(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!)

[Verse 1: Crooked I]

Yo, they try to keep me out the ranks of the greatest rhymers

But I've been underground longer than Chilean miners

Fisticuff music, give the game a shiner

COB's my true religion, minus gay designers

(S-sutt S-sutt!)

(Wait a minute, my nigga Jay Cee in this motherfucker. Dida, hold on)

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)

No way I could sit around watch my homie getting down

This 2 quarters, one eighth of the sickest pound

Pound for pound, we'll pound you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"

Can't take dick, but yo they try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye

Gotta keep it moving like dope on the block

I post like Karl Malone in the spot

Quiet with the jazz, I already spazzed

And I just gave Four Loko a shot

Might wanna chill like wine in a restaurant

What the "F" you want?

Ain't nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little stretcher to stretch you on

Trying to be so so cool and I go fool with the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school

But pass the torch or I'll have to force you to play a little game of sudoku

Put your days in numbers

Coming up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger, that shit weak so

Yeah, I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus

Nothing but flames amongst us

When I say us, I'm talking about the slaughter

I'm talking about the new world order

I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for your daughter

So Hip Hoppers we fittin' to hop you on your good foot

It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt!

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

Yo (Heyyy!!!)

Hit a nigga like pow, click click pow

Bitch get down, spit 6 rounds

This kid's down

Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down

My dick she put lipstick 'round

Take a twitpic, lemme slow this shit down

I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that marathon spit

I wipe the earth's face with you, Farrakhan shit

One day, I'ma buy you niggas on that Viacom tip

Then take your bitch cause mami fly as a cybertron ship

Riding around with your vibrant thing

Look at the dog that Crooked I became

German shepard, put sperm in your heifer

Right by that hydrant man

BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be there later

Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I won't be their hater

If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to your people

Once a week with that music leak

Now look how loud my future speak

Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I rest in peace 'em

Eat some beats like a decent feast

It's yo' instrumental, I just lease them

I monster mash and beast them

Just what it sound like

When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a threesome

C.O.B. is getting money, what you boys think

Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Lloyd Banks

I'm feeling like I'm Baby watching the New Orleans Saints

My Creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't

Last of a dying breed I indeed iron squeeze

Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you buying trees

Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99 degrees

Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league

The feds made me sell my Ferrari Spider

Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a rider

Flyer than riding in coach, Marty Schottenheimer

I will trade hard dick for some hot vagina

No country unless your name is Crooked I

Read my shirt, what it say? #OKBYE

You know I go hard in the paint

Hard in the paint I'ma go get it all

You don't like that I'ma go get it all

Suck my dick through that hole in the wall

I ain't slowing down for no nigga, naw

Stay out my way homie, don't get involved

Cause yo' fittin' to fall

You don't know that my flow get in all

I'm doper than ya'll (5x)

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]

Whatch' ya'll gonna do?

Whatch' ya'll gonna do, huh?

Y-You're not going to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)

Ya'll recording me already *laughs*

(Crooked, whatch' you gon' do?)

Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)

He ain't do no videos with Crook

You already don't do no videos with Crook BITCH!!

"That nigga can't be on my soundtrack"

You already said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*

This is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?

This is no country

Shouts out to the other next diss, J Michelle

It's no country, why should I care

When them niggas try to, body bag me, on YouTube

Which one of you west coast niggas reached out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"

None of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt Ssutt!

I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, BITCH!

Ok, bye (x3)

Hey ???

*Shutting down effect* Ok, Bye