Stoopid Sucker Chicks

(J. Lindner, M. Ligon, M. Flores)

(7/22/98-7/24/98)

***Lyrics in paranthesis () are the lines spit by Matthew Thomas Ligon aka the Messiah (not necessarily the ones written by him though)***

When I think of the girls in my past I have to laugh

Were they just daft...or were they cheesy like Kraft?

Guido’s the badfish, the one that got away

I’m hyped – take my ginseng once a day

In ’96 I ignited like a spark in hydrogen

(KA-BOOM!) I gotcha excited...can’t get enough oxygen

Now that I rock this mic just the way you like

All the fake ones and haters can take a hike

If you recognize Jeremy rockin’ the sound waves

Don’t think I still loved you all these years buh-babe

When they hear me rhyme and see me on stage

There’s gonna be a whole lot of chicas comin’ of age

I have ol’ school rucas writin’ me everyday

Sayin’ they want me and shit – anywayz...

If you weren’t in my camp from the beginnin,’ I don’t give a fuck

Respect to my peeps who gave support when I had no luck

Yeah, I know everyone had an excuse why

But save it for the shrink’s couch...good bye

Maybe you thought I was too smart for you babe

Check my SATs...yeah, I made the grade

But you’re trippin’ if you thought I was in the books

My thing was soccer, rhymes, and girls with good looks

And that’s shook if all you thought I was was a nice guy

When it comes down to it, I’m the downest mutherfucker - so don’t try

To counter the truth that Jeremy kicks hard

Cuz the words are gold when the thread is spun by the bard

Regardless of the reasons, you didn’t take a chance

To let me show you the skillz, my willingness to dance...

I know regret is a feeling widely known across the USA

(Damn, I shoulda treated Jerm better back in the day)

You can say you don’t, you can try to believe it too

But I know that in the back of your mind you really do

My words may be harsh, but I do feel sorry for you

But my charity goes to the kids and any worthy crew

I may forgive, but I don’t forget; no ifs, ands, or buts

I was hated on by a female, now she’s back on my nuts

So what do I say to her but "Who? What? Who?"

(Get on girl, there ain’t nothing left here for you

Get your sorry backbitin’ ass out the kitchen)

I wear Predators cuz I’m always down for kickin’

My time with you has long since passed

I’m a hot air balloon and you’re excess ballast

I’m risin’ up – I’m likened to a phoenix

I’m reborn – let go – and get some Kleenex

(Oh God, G-Man, can it get any better?)

Noone can do it better...or get it any wetter

I’m not just talkin’ hyped up shit kid

(All the Gambinos will, all the Gambinos did)

But all the real girls stayed true-oo-oo

To the Gambino-led crew (You know they do!)

I’ve seen so many dudes go loco for the punami

I pray to the Lord that it doesn’t happen to me!

I wanna true woman – a "Whadda you wanna do?" woman

Not just some lick-a-dick trick who likes to screw men

I can’t wait till I find a heina of my own

Not just some beach chick Barbie doll clone

Just in case, I’m always packin’ some protection

(The rain gear to strap down on the erection)

And I’m gonna need two of ’em (two of ’em)

For whatever I decide to do with ’em (do with ’em)

(It’s the Gambino prodigy

The one with the knowledge see

Messiah representin’ with Guido G

Pimp tight with the G ride, I will never bite, test my might and we fight

The wild child, never ever mild, change skillz like hairstyles

Rudeboy heartbreaker

Unique rhyme maker, respect to booty shakers

I put the hit on the clit, pop it like a zit

I give women fits with my wit

My hat is Polo, tasteful like a Rolo

I’m known as Han Solo)

(Outro)

Fuck the stupid sucker chicks

This song is dedicated to all the good women...keep it realz

Forget about the players and the the sucker mutherfuckers

Don’t ever settle for less than the best

Love yourself, love your life...cuz we love you, no doubt

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