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Kiprich's telephone ting lyrics

Intro

Hey yuh know say a fool yuh take me fah
A who name Michelle, who name Renee
A whose picture dis in you phone?
Yuh know say me a go call dem gal yah
And mek dem know who is wife round here
Kippo say something!

Verse 1

Mi put a lock pon me phone
And nuh tell yuh the pin number
Cause weh nuh see, nuh hurt
Yuh tell me yuh a beg me a call
Weh yuh gone search the phone fah
Now a tear off me shirt
After me done tell yuh seh yuh a di woman a di yard
And yuh know say every man flirt so why the hell yuh a stress me
When you fi caress me
Tell me weh the cussin worth

Chorus
Yuh nuh see it say
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make matey a call the wife
Telephone thing mash up life
It mek me girl run gone fi knife
Telephone ting mash up me life
A it a cause fuss and fight
Telephone ting mash up me life
It mek me caan sleep good at night

Verse 2
Look how yuh deh ya wid me good
And never vex until yuh go read di
‘Me waan sex you text’
Deh yah and a laugh, den turn inna monster
Through a girl say hello, den heng up when yuh answer
Me caan belive a so fool yuh a act
A write dung people number and a call people back
When me a talk pon mi phine yuh a listen
And when you answer yours, yuh missing

Chorus *repeat* 

Verse 3
Look how yuh go out yuh way fi break yuh own heart
Yuh know yuh shouldn’t follow friend
Should have yuh own thoughts
We never use to argue, now yuh start
And all these things weh a happen tear us apart
Weh yuh nuh see inaa yuh face, nuh search fi find
Nuh mek yuh friend dem boost yuh up wid dem dirty mind
The carry-go so, bring come
Dem ting deh we nuh join
A dis a weh me see every time

Chorus *repeat*

Another battle from "8 Mile" I just love Eminem

[Lotto]
[Talking]
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!
[Rapping]
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This shit is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
Fuckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real shit, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to
Fuck 'Lotto,' call me your leader
I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver"
I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode
But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!
I hate to do this, I would love for this shit to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you, but have a nice day!"
[Eminem]
[Rapping]
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his ass another steriod!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!"
I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!
Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
Fuck it! You can take the mike home with you!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit you,
Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"
You see how far those white jokes get you
Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?"
My motto: Fuck Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow!

This xanga is called randum_liikz [random lyrics] so I have to drop some verses down. Now my favorite verse is from 8 Mile [the movie that Eminem played Jimmy AKA B.Rabbit] the verses when he was battling Papa Doc. But I'ma wait a while before I give yall my favorite lyrics/ verses from movies and other stuff like quotes and shit whatever. First though check out how much I'm worth....

Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free world got you gased up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none
This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots
himself in the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through
But i know something about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
This guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook
Fuck the beat, i go acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me.