The Rapper Eater

By DJ Cinema

On Mardi Gras

Released on December 25, 2008

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Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Tool on deck, why would I lie

Nigga you a pussy hope you got nine lives

I could hit a nigga with the nine nine times

Country ass boy country like Leanne rhymes

Mississippi d banner, and lilweezyana

Everybody got tools so you will need a hammer

I'm a pill poppin' animal, syrup sippin' nigga

I'm so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna

You're fuckin with his man, you could be his man dinner

The nine gimme brains but the ak add liver

Your rapper is the same flowin like a bad river

Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter

Hollygrove honcho, hardtime giver

I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver

I got a girl you wanna meet her?

Her name is nine millimeter

Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Uptown New Orleans like always

Cash money boys shine like bald heads

Big bezzel make my watch look like a hog head

But all I do is smoke trees call me log head

I'm butter on the bread like parkay

And I am all about me like do re

I'm in the hood, in the hood like dope yay

Nappy ass hair like buckwheat otay

Hollygrove, Eagle street be my damn hood

Or you can get murdered for free like canned goods

I got 12 Barbaros under that Lam hood

I could bring Kentucky derby to the damn hood

Sunshine diamonds, call me tanned goods

And now I let it blow, like a bad wood

I call brisco, I'm on South Beach

Thirty minutes later Opa-lacka is where I be

Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Man I'm so Hollygrove

Stand strong in the water like a commadore

Black holes in your white tee, dominoes

Me n brisco cash money carnivores

Hehe, I am New Orleans like carnival

And in the hood call me Weezy the honorable

These other rappers so ironical

And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the phantom oh

Yea, you know it, listen up man, dj cinema, cinematic

Whatever you wanna call him, I need you to spin this thang crazy

Spin this when I tell you not to, talkin about 8 in the mornin

To 8 in the mornin', ya feel me, yea, can fox holla at cha boy

Feed me rappers or feed me beats