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Nasty Hos
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This track's for all those bi***es that f*** everything and don't take care of themselves.
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Straight from the ghetto of Colorado Springs to fuck up all you marks. Nonetheless, I still come with the psychotic illness that nobody dares to touch.
What up? The name's Rage and rage is what the fuck I do best. Murderous style mixed with tight beats and incredible lyrics. Peep game.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #880
Peak in subgenre #160
Author
Rage tha Immortal
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Rage tha Immortal, 5-13-05 at 10:37AM ®
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May 14, 2005
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:34
Story behind the song
All those hos that make me sick whenever I see 'em made me write this track. I'm jus' sick of nasty ass bitches that don't bathe for weeks at a time.
Lyrics
Chorus: Nasty hos step away-from-me/ You don't shower for days-ya-stink// You need a douche and mo'-soap/ Thinkin' you can get wit' me, there's no-hope// When this bitch pulled down her panties it sounded like velco/ I jumped back like "Hell-no!"// She came at me smellin' like a rotten-carcass/ I cringed and started-barfin'// Her pussy was black-as-night and smelled worse than a damn-crack-pipe// I ran to the door with intensions of bookin'-it/ She said "What's the mattter, you're lookin'-sick"// I said "Bitch you makin' me that-way"/ Go wash yo' booty, you smell nastay// I booked out an' got-mobbed by these rock-slobs// They all wanted some'a-this/ I pulled out my 9 and gunned-it-quick// Then I met this bitch named-Miranda/ She smelled worse than a manged-panda/ An' then came-the-dandruff// So thick I thought it was-snowin'/ So I dropped the scuzz-rollin'// Now I'm at-the-store lookin' for the baddest-whore/ Suddenly stank bitch Pam came wit' gnats-galore// She smiled and it looked like-a-swamp/ That's when I knew it was time-ta-hop// I ran out pukin' 'n spewin' brew all over the pavement/ Slashin' 'n gashin' faggots leavin' the lot vacant/ For God's sake-man where's all the hot-breezeys/ Spotted Gina and got-queezey an' shook the spot-sweetly// Got back to the hood and guess who-I-saw/ 2-fine-brods// I walked up and put my mack-down/ Said "Maybe if you good I'll put you on one of my tracks in the background"// They took me to a motel and stripped-down/ They nipples looked bluer than a Crip-town/ I said "Bitch shit get-down!"// She approached wit' roaches on-her-body/ She was lookin' gay like she conned-Versochie// God dammit this is a disgrace/ I wanted to punch both of 'em in the-face// But I turned around and booked-again/ Said fuck it, I'll just find some hookers-then// Chorus: Nasty hos step away-from-me/ You don't shower for days-ya-stink// You need a douche and mo'-soap/ Thinkin' you can get wit' me, there's no-hope This is startin' to look like a women's-rights-parade/ This sucks I ain't even gettin'-fried-taday/ All these bitches got my eyes rippin'-like-a-blade// Finally I see this bitch lookin'-good/ Somethin' like a hooka-would// I asked her her name and she said "Dashiki, I noticed ya-peeped-me"// We hit it off and went to her-crib/ She started blowin' but she wasn't for-shit/ I kicked her in the head and called her worthless/ You need'a dip in detergent/ It's urgent cuz you smell like a mourge surgeon// I ran out gaspin' for fresh-oxygen/ Cuz her house smells like dead-cocks-in-shit// I booked it down the block faster than a cop-car/ Stumbled over the curb and dropped-hard// I fell out passed out not knowin' what-the-hell/ Suddenly I'm starin' at the slut-that-helped// She looked like an alien with-a-weave/ Fuck this shit, all these skunts are gettin'-cleaved/ I gashed 'n slashed all them skank-hos-up/ Hit 'em with blows so hard they'd break-bouldas/ I'ma take-control-yeah I'ma own-this-shit/ Peeps copy my style in hopes to be clonin'-it/ I leave 'em rolled-in-clips// Bullets colapse-'em-all/ They was all talk so I snapped-they-jaws/ Like a tidal wave I over lapped-'em-all// Now it's over and there ain't a ho-in-sight/ Smokin' on a blunt an' I'm rollin'-right// Chorus: Nasty hos step away-from-me/ You don't shower for days-ya-stink// You need a douche and mo'-soap/ Thinkin' you can get wit' me, there's no-hope
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