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T-rock lyrics : "My Little Arm"

[T-Rock]
Say dog, damn, what the $#&@ wrong with your arm
That mother$#&@er all small and %#@!

Damn, can you move that mother$#&@er?
Why you just spinning that little metal piece around
That's all you can do with that %#@!?


[Chorus x4]
It's my little arm, yeen know? It doesn't work, yeen know?

And it won't fit, yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know?

[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]

Damn T-Rock, why the $#&@ you gotta clown my arm and %#@! man?

[T-Rock]

Cause ^!$$%, that's how the $#&@ it is
And I'm telling everybody on how Lil Pat made all your beats
Lil Pat made this beat, Lil Pat I'm finna rock this %#@!

This how it's supposed to be

[Verse]

Ain't nan ^!$$% outbussing me
Every single opposition gone suffer defeat
I'ma show you ^!$$%s what is a G

When the funk jump off, bullethole put a slug in your knee
Cause I'ma aim at your chest and neck
Now you living off of life support, like check to check

Every ^!$$% try to flex I wreck
Push a ^!$$% mind back, with the Tek, try to recollect
But he can't, laying in the pain, his rank, can't spit game

Try to be above a mack and get shamed
I'm throwing ^!$$%s off the plank, and get plank
Gone off of drank and dank

So gone on with the hype talk
I'm with a click of mother$#&@ers bringing gats to a knife's talk
I'm on point like a tight walk

When a slug get to spraying, make his 12s turn the lights off
I'll leave them stuck like starch ^!$$%
See the gats gone spark ^!$$%, aimed at your heart ^!$$%

Ripping you apart ^!$$%, I'm on point too sharp ^!$$%
You be diminished by a hard ^!$$%
All about the change, on the grind for the sacks and green

Saving full of drugs, like sacks of green
Mother$#&@ers get wrong, I'ma leave a ^!$$% gone
In the wind, caught him slipping like vasoline

Pull the hammer back, aiming at your spleen
^!$$%s better get saved, and confess to king
When you $#&@ing with the Rock, ^!$$%s busting at your spot

So you better be on point with your vest and beam
Better get life insurance like Mr.Serv
Do a lyrical murder by using gift of words

When I pull the hammer back, I'ma lay a ^!$$% flat
^!$$%s flipping CDs, like I flipped a bird


[T-Rock]
So it's your little arm that doesn't work huh?
Ha ha, what's up with Juicy? I guess he just a gay mother$#&@er

Well, you know what I'm saying, honestly
I'd rather have a small arm, than just be a gay $$# ^!$$%
But then again both of you mother$#&@ers gay!

Bunch of gay $$# ^!$$%s
Rest of y'all ^!$$%s in Three Six, y'all ^!$$%s better leave the click
Before they have y'all ^!$$%s trying to convert and %#@!

Yea ^!$$%, that's what happens when you $#&@ with the real ^!$$%
You exploit me, you diss me ^!$$%, I'm at you mother$#&@ers ^!$$%
I'm exposing all the demons, all the truth

Everything I'm saying on this mother$#&@ing record is the truth ^!$$%
All you ^!$$%s thinking I'm just trying to make y'all laugh
And I know it's funny as a mother$#&@er, yea

Cause them some funny $$#, (*##$ made, !@$)got $$# ^!$$%s
But all that %#@! true
$#&@ Three Six, and $#&@ that small arm $$# ^!$$%

He aint nothing but a (*##$
$#&@ that $#&@ing gay wrassler $$# ^!$$%
He the biggest (*##$ of them all

^!$$%, Vampire in Memphis $$# ^!$$%, like my ^!$$%
J-Love said
^!$$% $#&@ y'all mother$#&@ers ^!$$%
All you gone do is wait for your mother$#&@ing brother
To get out of jail and %#@!


[T-Rock imitating Juicy J]
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail


[T-Rock]
What about that ^!$$%?
He locked up right now ^!$$%, and I'm $#&@ing you ^!$$%s up!
$#&@ing your $$# in the game
Telling everybody about all the bull%#@! you was pulling

I bet won't nann ^!$$%, nann civilized ^!$$%, sign with y'all punk $$#es
Cause your mother$#&@ing beats ain't worth all that ^!$$%
I'll keep jacking y'all punk $$#
Whenever I hear a beat, and you ain't rocking it right ^!$$%
I'ma jack your mother$#&@ing $$#

Oh yea, Lil Pat made the %#@! anyway
Lil Pat making all the mother$#&@ing beats
You ^!$$%s taking all the recognition
I say Lil Pat walk in the studio
And blast all you (*##$ made mother$#&@ers one day
Then he wouldn't be in the wrong, cause that's what I wanted to do

But instead, I left you hoe $$# ^!$$%s
Cause you $#&@ with me ^!$$%, I'm at you
I'll be done $#&@ing, $#&@ed one of you ^!$$%s up in the quickness ^!$$%!
So whatever... you thinking I'm talking
You think I'm just talking %#@! ^!$$%, run up ^!$$%!
Cause I'm packing mine ^!$$%
You get your $$# blasted off the planet $#&@ing with me ^!$$%!

Area 51 for life!

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