Lick the Balls lyrics

[Verse 1]
Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two
A solemn rapper come in, and who the f*ck are you?
Around this part of town with diamonds and your girl in fur
"I'm trying to enter in this rap contest you're having sir"
You're kinda late "Flat tire" Well that do occur
Well alright, pay me now, and you'll be after her
"I hope I don't mess up, or run out of breath, or even break"
Don't worry hun you're hitting 'em harder than a f*cking brick
"But what do you think Van?" Please, no one can serve us
"Wish me luck dear, I'm scared and I'm nervous"

[Chorus]
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?
This one the DJ calls, “Lick the Balls!”

[Verse 2]
Now every time I write dope raps they come kicking it
Now you know the title of this, so start licking it
Lips kicking it, hey b*tch, there is a brick in it
So when you think you're prepared, I keep sticking it
Now here they come with a spike to fight, take it light
Now who the one you're trying to be like with all your might
And anyone that attempted to remove me out the race
Best give me space before I fly in their f*cking face
Now raise that vocal, play that role around your local hoods
Don't worry about a thing cause Ricky Rick is bringing home the goods
[Chorus]
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?
This one the DJ calls, “Lick the Balls!”

[Verse 3]
Now everything that come out your mouth, sound like it's out of spite
I'm back on a mission and this time I'm gonna anchor right
Vance Wright adds help, he's improving it
"Thank gosh Rick! We love the way you're moving it"
Who's hitting rough in eighty-eight I bet your momma knows
Back slap you all down like y'all were dominoes
Stun em all, come on y'all, give me a taste of life
Act trife, I'll let my dog go f*ck ya wife
So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be forgiven
You're cleaning house up to the master, that's how we both are living

[Chorus]
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?
This one the DJ calls, “Lick the Balls!”

[Verse 4]
Go Vance Wright! Go Rick! Look at the style we bring
How come you cannot write a rap that will erase the king
The girls you worship are some tramps and want to see me slam
sh*t on mother f*ckers and I tell them who the f*ck I am
My name is Rick, but now you know who's ruling it
Pump the world and the DJ put the fuel in it
Come ride the di*k and if you wanna know what is the word
Who write the baddest raps you and your boys have ever heard
I eat you up and give your girl a bowl of Puppy Chow
You understand alright? Hello! I'm trying to tell you now
[Chorus]
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls?
This one the DJ calls, “Lick the Balls!”