Bugz ’98 Lyrics
Yo, yeah
It’s Bugz, bitch
Well, yo
It’s Bugz, motherfucker, I represent the bullies
Niggas who is jellies holdin’ heat beneath their hoodies
You suckers soft, silly putty, Fred McGillicuddies
Who get fucked for your publishing, I bet you’re feeling pretty slutty
I’m feeling dirty, grimy, straight grungy
Jumpin’ from a bungee, spittin’ loogies at a hunky
I’m rather funky, like collard greens and cottage cheese
All that seems to Caribbean, by all or any means
I bought a million means to blow you all to smithereens
All that’s feelin’ me, she bought this diamond pinky ring
But Bugz is so obnoxious, ran around her whole apartment
Puttin’ mud all on the carpet and my two-year-old galoshes
I got a problem with these niggas comin’ out the closet
Smell a pussy like vagina, swear to God, they just walk it
That’s nonsense, fuck it, quit your band, be a fan
Or come and battle Bugz if you feel you really can (Yeah)
I’m a dirty, gritty, grimy, scurvy street nigga
Egotistic, mystic, servin’ heat nigga
If you doubt these words and you wanna see triggers
Take a trip to muddy Michigan, we in the D, nigga
A dirty, gritty, grimy, scurvy street nigga
Egotistic, mystic, servin’ heat nigga
If you doubt these words and you wanna see triggers
Take a trip to muddy Michigan, we in the D, nigga