Shitonaman - Mac Dre

Now what you hear is not a test

I’m a cutthoat nigga, finna rep the West

'Cuz I’m not impressed by you niggas on T. V

Everybody «fa sheezy» and «off the heezy»

I know it ain’t easy, rhyme-spillin'

But that’s no justification for rhyme-stealin'

Just when I thought it was safe to come tighter

Ooh-fuckin'-wee, another biter

He steal, but still, there’s no M.C.

coppers

So steal, I drill, will treat niggas like caca

M.D. Iacocca, there’s no one doper

Be on bitches' asses like I’m a sofa

But I can’t go for all this thievin'

When I start breathin', you punks start leavin'

'Tis the season for me to be stoppin' that

I’m mopping cats, beatin' up copycats

I’ve heard of starving artists, but this is ridiculous

They bitin' my rhymes like Red Vine licorice

And I’m not diggin' this, it’s gettin' outta hand

Any chance I can, I’ma shit on a man

Pull him over, make him take a rap-a-lyzer

He’s bitin' my rhymes like appetizers

Put him in jail, throw away the key

He’s a two-bit, no-good, sucka M. C

And he’s fuckin' with me, M.D. the Great

If I wanted 'em ate, I’d put my rhymes on a plate

For goodness' sake, he’s a man — Ricki Lake

Sweet as cake, as soft as they make

The Mac got raps and slaps that knock

But these saps eat 'em up like Pac Man dots

Make him stop, he’s killin' me

Gonna make his career disappear like Bill Bellamy’s

You don’t know, I’m sellin' these, niggas spittin' felonies

Fool, I’m makin' hella Gs, 'n' you bitin' these like celeries

I’m pullin' blankets off the niggas that’s fakin' sauce

See you in the streets, then you beat, fool I’m takin' hearts

I’ve heard of starving artists, but this is ridiculous

They bitin' my rhymes like Red Vine licorice

And I’m not diggin' this, it’s gettin' outta hand

Any chance I can, I’ma shit on a man