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[Intro: Crooked I & Ortiz]
S-sutt
Weekly: Reloaded
I'm kinda up, on these Four Lokos in this bitch
(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!)

1: Crooked I]
Yo, they try to keep me out the ranks of the greatest
But I've been underground longer than Chilean
Fisticuff music, get a a shiner
COB's my true religion, gay designers
(S-sutt S-sutt!)
(Wait a minute, my JC in this motherfucker. Dida, hold on)

[Verse 2: Joell
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around my homie getting down
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the sickest
Pound for pound, pound you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it moving dope on the block
I post like Karl in the spot
with the jazz, I already spazz
And I just gave Loko a shot
Might wanna chill like in a restaurant
What the "F" you
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 of the old school
But pass the torch or I'll to force you to play a little game of sudoku
Put your days in
up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger
That weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
Nothing but amongst us
When I say us, I'm talking about the
I'm talking about the new world
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little for your daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your good
It's a problem when that Yaowa up with Sutt Sutt!

3: Crooked I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a like pow, click click pow
Bitch get down, 6 rounds
This down
Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a bitch get dicked down
My dick she put lipstick
Take a twitpic, lemme slow this shit
I'm reloaded, 52 this that marathon spit
I wipe the face with you, Farrakhan shit
One day, I'mma buy you niggas on that tip
Then take your bitch cause flies a cybertron ship
Riding with your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put sperm in your
Right by that man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be later
Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I won't be their
If anything I'mma be the creator who a way for you to speak to your people
Once a week that music leak
Now how loud my future speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I rest in 'em
Eat some beast like a feast
It's yo' instrumental, I just them
I mash and beast them
what it sound like
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a
C.O.B. is getting money, what you boys
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Banks
I'm ?? ?? watching the New Orleans Saints
My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she
Last of a dying breed I indeed squeeze
weed, silverback gorilla if you buying trees
Diamond rings, finer things, chain than 99 degrees
with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league
The made me sell my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer than in coach, Marty Schottenheimer
I will hard dick for some hot vagina
No country unless your is Crooked I
Read my shirt, it say? #OKBYE
You know I go hard in the
Hard in the I'mma go get it all
You don't like I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick through that in the wall
I ain't down for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, don't get
yo' fittin' to fall
You don't know my flow get in all
I'm than ya'll (5x)

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) ]
Whatch' gonna do?
Whatch' ya'll gonna do,
Y-You're not going to record me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll recording me already
(Crooked, you gon' do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He do no videos with Crook
You don't do no videos with Crook BITCH!!
"That can't be on my soundtrack"
You said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
Shouts out to the other next diss, J
no country, why should I care
When them try to, body bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you west coast niggas out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
None of you niggas, so what? Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't fuckin' you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting down Ok, Bye