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Daniel featuring Errick
"S.H.O.T."

[DANIEL & ERRICK:]
F-A-K-E-T-H-U-G
I'm bout to get
S-H-O-T-A-G-A-I-N

I know exactly whatchu heard about me
Still can't get no talent out of me
Can't rap, can't write, I can't flow
I'm one more diss from bein' S.H.O.T.

[DANIEL:]
D-UNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!

K-I-Z-Z-E-R-TAIN-MENT
Again I come around duckin' heads
Ride around in my SUVs
Bullet-proof just don't work for me
False past, soon passed
Claimin I'm rough, sayin' I'm tough
When it comes down to it I hide like Bin Laden
Take another motherf***er down first
Can't hurt, can't hate the late, great, talentless thug
Nobody buys it, nobody cares
Take your riches, buy some talent
I say I drive a Cadillac
I got a Benz you know
I said Benzino just exposed me
But that negro just don't know
He wasn't there when I was actin' p***y
He wasn't there when I was gunned down
He was laughin his a** off in the execs room
If I was him I'd have up and done it too

[DANIEL:]
D-UNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!

Again I talk smack about the RULE knowin damn well I don't
I have Eminem write my s*** then pay him off for credit
I can't spit my verses without the help of electronics
I'm a cliche of every other rapper
I talk about hoes, my cars, my fancy things
I talk about the hood, my gangs, my wars
I seek pity for gettin p***ywhipped by bullets
And runnin like a girl when I talk like I'm hard
I'm the realist nigga, J.Lo told me so
We both from the ghetto in da bronx
No really, it's true
Dre said I had talent, I say I rock girls
I wanna rock fellas yo
I'm self-proclaimed a legend
I get other talentless thugettes to do the dissin
Cause I'm too fake to have real beef
Can't afford to get shot again
RULE ain't got nothin on me, cause he knows I ain't no thug
He knows exactly where I came from
But I lie for popularity
Pop music loves me, why don't you
I'm the trend, man, don't you see
Every song is about the same thing
I made a duet with Christina and Britney
When I was four I sold crack like I was Whitney
When I was twelve I was in padded rooms like Carey
When I was nineteen I was signed by Milli Vanilli
And when I'm thirty I'll be 6 feet under
Thanks to R.U.L.E.

[DANIEL:]
Ladies and gentlemen
Get ready for the main event
Welcome to the WWE Smackdown
Tonight, it's a matching of wits, talent, and power
And tonight, someone gets their a***** kicked
In this corner 50 Cent and his b**** Eminem
And in this corner.....

[ERRICK:]
E-UNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!

E-R-K-T-E-R-TAIN-MENT
I say I'm thug but I lie like a rug
I just want to light candles and hug
And snuggle up to a book
What's with the strange looks?
My name is fitty, fitty times I've been shot
Hiding from 'no one,' without a plot
I'm real gansta like I say in each song
I'm a pain in tha, ask me what's wrong
Like I gotta tell you, you don't know?
I'm a P.I.M.P., okay so I'm the RULE's ho
The only rhymes I write are Doctor Suess-like
Cat in the hat with a bat with a tyke on a bike
Y'all like that? I'm representing the G-Unit
Everyone knows what the G stands for
That Eminem guy sure is tasty, gotta give him credit
When I resisted, he gave ten percent more
He wanted to promote me to make me overhyped
It seems he's only doing it because of my 'past life'
I told him I sold crack, that's why they call me fitty
The only kind I had was what they call…

D-E-UNIIIIIIIIIT!!!!


Written by Errick © 2003-2005.
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