SPOILED ROTTEN
By
Poison Clan
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Verse 1[Debonaire] Everybody that we see'll be shocked and stunned
'Cause it's me Debonaire the man that's done
The impossible. Now the people stop and stare
I got richer than the richest man of the year
JT Deb and Drugz better known as the Poison Clan
Made a plan to get even richer than
The Rockefellers and any other fellas
Now we own docks bond stocks swellers
Other investments to stay on top
You would need a reservation to shop where I shop
I be drinkin' Moet in a private jet
Thinkin' shit I'll put down on New York just yet
When I talk about buyin', my partner says ...
[JT Money] Yo, I'ma buy the White House and rent it out to the Prez
'Cause I'm rich as hell, my (bitches wail/bitch as well)
Got clientele, because the records sell
Take champagne baths, girlies make me laugh
They be pantin' and sweatin' just to get on my staff
Made the President a resident on Money Street
Since I'm Money, money talks so I don't have to speak
Wear designer clothes, macks out on the road
Got a dog named Dollar with a mouth full o' gold
My lifestyle seems fancy; all my fans see
The Money-Man is grand; the Clan enhanced me
Try to creep the Clan, you better out run
A solid gold silver-bullet-shootin' shotgun
I'm spoiled rotten, and you can plainly see
That your boy Richie Rich ain't got nothin' on me
But now that we're rich, our old friends are forgotten
Now that the Poison Clan's spoiled rotten
Verse 2: Debonaire
I make bucks deluxe, wear a tux to chill
So fly, I'd die and get my face on a bill
Any hoe that ain't freakin', I ain't speakin' 'cause
Even when I wasn't rich I had the hoes that was
POISON FREESTYLE
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featuring Brother Marquis Tony RockVerse 1: JT Money
Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro y'don't know?
I know you're sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin' you to bed
But not JT Money I'm somethin' like a SudaFed
I give relief that's far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin' you drowsy
Since I'm from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin'
But in the end, my ass they'll be kissin'
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin' people think that a giant king
Couldn't come from the bottom 'cause of second string
But I'ma make history as I get hype
Drop a science that'll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, 'cause I'ma, bout to set off
A Poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
I'm outstandin', leavin' rappers out standin' in the rain
Poison like venom, gettin' in 'em, then I conquer
When I'm finished rockin' you're jockin' for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches
You better take a bufferin' with sufferin' from
The wrath of the style that can't be outdone
It's like that y'all, 'cause I'm the ultimate
Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand 'cause I'm about to sit!
Verse 2: Tony Rock
MC's up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts
Thinkin' that the only rappers live in New York
Dick-heads like you, they don't know the deal
Sayin' if it's not from up there, it can't be real
But since you're ignorant and stupid at best,
I'll have to break this down from
INSIDE EDITION
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[Sounds of typewriter clicking.]INTERVIEWER {Debbie Bennett}: We're here with JT Money of the now
infamous Poison Clan. And JT we want to hear it from your point of
view. Tell us why you're always in trouble with the police. Tell us about
school. JT your fans want to hear it from your point of view in your
own words. JT?
Verse 1: JT Money
Mary had a little lamb and it was ME!
A rowdy motherfucker named JT
Problem child! Got on, got strong,
Now they say I'm buckwild!
But I ain't payin' them mind,
The ol' girl used to say a hard head made a soft behind
So I guess I'm the black sheep of the family,
'Cause they ass can't handle ME!
And I hate cops, 'cause they like
To break black sheep into lamb chops
So I keep makin' problems
'Cause I can't picture bein' sheep-skin condoms!
And I don't need no shepherd, see
Especially one that's cursed with leprosy
See, not all black sheep sleep
Look what happened to Little Bo Peep's!
Hers left and got knowledge!
Fuck high school and motherFUCK college!
Now you see why I'm so destructive:
A black sheep ain't shit to fuck with!
INTERVIEWER: JT, you use the word "bitch" quite a bit in your lyrics.
Tell me, do you have a girlfriend? Is there a woman in your life? In
the day and age that women are demanding more respect, what do
you have to say to the young ladies about bitches? Are you "the
Bitch-izer"?
Verse 2: JT Money
Young ladies shouldn't get offended when they hear
But if the motherfuckin' shoe fits, wear it!
I think a hoe is a hoe, and a bitch is a bitch
I'ma talk about ya ass and keep gettin' rich!
Now why quit gettin' money? I'm JT Money,
And I can't do nothin' for ya, honey!
So don't be on my back like a jacket
I can't hack it, and you'll get smacked, bitch!
'Cause I hate hoes and they hate me
But I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm JT!
The motherfuckin' Bitch-izer!
Hoe, talk shit, so I can paralyze ya!
I can't have no wife! I hate hoes,
Plus it's in my nature to be a low-life!
So that love shit is OUT! I'm a pimp;
I'll slap the taste from a bitch' mouth!
INTERVIEWER: JT, let's be realistic. The fame and glory can't go on
forever. The Poison Clan has done quite well, but without a high
school diploma, what would you do, if it all just fell apart, today, now?
You have nothing left. The music was over. Let us know.
Verse 3: JT Money
Snatch a bitch down in the middle of the street
Get that book and break out in a heart beat
And then I'll go, out on
the 'ave to shoot some C-LO!
So I can double my shit
'Cause hell, I'm known for rollin' 4-5-6
I just might lay the whole game down
PUT SHIT PASS NO HO
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Intro: JT MoneyYeahhhh wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine Three!
Catch a record once again on them hoes!
Sendin' this one to all the negroes! Niggas with hoe problems ...
Niggas yo niggas is down over hoes! Shit is real!
Hoes ain't worth it money grip!
No bullshit 'bout them hoes them hoes is SLAMMIN'!
But I ain't got no problem with hoes
see my problem's with niggas! You niggas MAKE hoes like this!
That's why - yo, fuck that! Yo, check it out ...
Verse 1: JT Money
Check it, I make the hoes get butt-ass naked
Every time I wreck shit on a fuckin' record
But listen as I drop it 'bout today's topic
Soft-flow pussy-creep niggas need to stop it!
Wanna shoot another nigga 'bout a hoe
Just 'cause he fuck, nigga, let that bitch go
Now tell her how many niggas fuck before him
Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to show them
I ain't think so, not 'bout a stank hoe
Who like to fuck 'round head, tryin' to gain flow?
It's the '90s, you niggas better wake up
A lot of hoes out there's out to take stuff
Now this is not a record 'bout dissin' women
But all women got a little rob-and-givers in 'em
See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow
With they friends and go dippin' in the Benz-o
Through the 'hood but you just couldn't figure
Your best hoe fuckin' 'round with some other nigga
Now you wanna clean your gun I'm gon' to
But that bitch gon' fuck who she want to!
So to keep that shit on the down low,
My nigga, put shit past no hoe!
Big Ram:
Yeah, don't put shit past NONE of them slimy-ass bitches!
Chorus (4x): JT Money
Put shit p
HO' STORIES
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Intro: Madd BallYo JT check this out right: 'member back in the days niggas was
skippin' shit right you know fuckin' with the hoes and see we used
to kick lil' rhymes and shit hey I want you to some of the SAME
shit man! ...
JT: Uh! One two!
Madd Ball: Take us back in the days I want you to do this one for all
the boys 'round the way you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit 'bout
all those stank bitches.
Verse 1: JT Money
Hey yo, met a hoe named Sonia
Said "Hey, baby doll, let a nigga get on ya!"
She was with it, but one thing -
She had one leg and walked with a cane
I couldn't tell 'cause she was sittin' real pretty
Bug fat ass and some FAT-ass titties +whistles+
When the hoe stood up,
Trying to balance herself, I'm like, What the fuck!?
I was givin' her plenty play
I ain't wanted to be rude, so I fucked the hoe anyway
I only did what I could, +grunting+
'Cept for one thing about it, the pussy was good
I threw that leg to the ceiling,
Long-dicked the hoe, and the bitch started squealing
+"Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"+
Like a dog in pain, then the bitch
Started cummin' and yellin' out my name
+"Ahh, JT!! JT!! JT!!"+
Then she wrapped that leg 'round my waist,
Held me close and said cum in her face
Now you know I was wit' it
Put dick in her mouth, and the silly bitch BIT it!
Damn! I pulled it out quick
+"God damn! Stupid BITCH!+
Now I got teeth-marks 'round my dick
I hit that bitch like a man,
Mad as fuck, swollen dick in my hand
Now I'm in pain, so I
Beat that bitch-ass with her own cane
+imitates beating noises+
Jump
JERI CURL
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[repeated riff from the Beatles' "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"]Verse 1: JT Money
Bitches with jericurls I can't stand
Now this is comin' straight from the Money Man
I used to fuck this hoe now I hate her
Wherever she went she left Activator
I mean her neck was so greasy and black
The mom even had to talk behind her back
And when the boys heard about the sis
They said "Yo I'ma tell you like this:
If the girl sits on your couch,
Be prepared to get the stain out."
But I forgot, and that was it
And when she did the shit, mom had a fit
And was askin' me where I found her
Sayin' don't bring another around her
But even now, as long as it's been,
She'll check the hair before lettin' 'em in
Verse 2: Debonaire
Jericurls I hate - it'll make
A bitch get dissed on a blind date
While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't
Put a bitch like that on the corner
I hate it with a passion, 'cause, number
One, it's a fucked-up fashion
Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough,
The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it
A jeri-bitch? She can forget it!
Every time you with her, kiss
On her neck and her tit'll taste bitter
Plus it got a nasty smell; some sayin' I-double-L
Them hoes can forget it, because
Debonaire: I ain't with it
Verse 3: JT Money
Jericurls I've seen enough of
Believe me, I don't know what's rougher
When your car seems greasy, or
When because some lazy-ass whore
Gets too lazy to do us shit
So the bitch goes out and gets
That jericurl, me in her wallet
If she comes around me, a