Letras: Notorious B. I. G.. Dead Wrong.

[repeat 2X]
The weak or the strong
Who got it goin on
Your Dead Wrong

[B.I.G.]

Relax and take notes
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke
Gun smoke gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor
The rap slayer the hooker layer
Muthafucka say your prayers
(Hail Mary full of grace)
Smack the bitch in her face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act
Funny wit the money
Oh you got me mistakin honey
I don't wanna rape ya
I just want the paper
The Visa capisha
I'm out like the vapors
Who's the one you call mister macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like camacho
I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up
Niggas need to wake up
Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure
Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit just the two hits
Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit
Sucking on her tits
Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humpin around and jumpin around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
She said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-E

[chorus 4x]

[B.I.G.]
When I get dusted
I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless
You're tippin, I'm flippin
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech, g
Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I'm shooting babies, no ifs, ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the ice pick
Because he wanted me to fuck her from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hotter than the room
Fucked him with a broom
Split him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think ya dealin with
Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab it through your tushy, so please don't push me
I'm using rubbers so they won't touch the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because ya know I love it young, fresh and green
With no ham between, know what I mean

[chorus 4x]
Yo Big your dead wrong
The weak or the strong (scratches-"Slim Shady")
Who got it goin on
Your dead wrong

[Eminem]
There's 7 different levels to Devil worshippin
Horses heads, Human sacrifices, caniballism, candles and exorcism
animals having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
I just, beat you to death with weapons and eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin meat looks fresh
I got a line in my pocket
I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin to cock 'em
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords
For any faggot who said he was wrong
My armors as heavy as yours
Yeah, you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door
I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin', red on the floor
Get a new whore
Met on the second, ran on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong

[chorus till fade]