Christy Phelan's Rap

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Christy P versus DJ Teenage Pregnancy and MC Car Accident - The DJ Suicide Remix


Holla from the P

All you playas and pimps better listen up right,
Christy in your ear and his rhymes is tight.
Too many fake rollers shoutin lies from the top,
So word to the man as I let the beats drop.
Phelan knows the score, learned his **** on the street,
The Carrigstown crew generate serious heat.
Tell yo momma tell yo dada Christy P is back,
I hold time on the mike and I’m not even black.
All you sucka bitches better take a rain check,
Stop dissin’ the P and his turkey neck.
Been spinning tunes since before you were born,
If you’re looking for beef, nigga you better roll on.
Christy P ain’t down with that gun totin’ crap,
I’ll destroy your family with my power to rap.
Renée be gone, bitch played the P for real,
Words can’t express all the pain that I feel.
Greasy motha****a Bob stole her away,
But I ain’t being a hater, man, hatin’ is gay.
Christy gots to move on, only gots this one life,
Peeps give me love, Christy P don’t need no wife.
If y’all hear what I say, put yo hands in the air,
My gold records more plentiful than pubic hair.
This savage technique, yes it gots to be feared,
Ladies love my **** since I grew a beard.
Eastside niggas come and put down yo guns,
My words flow right through y’all like a case of the runs.
So I hope y’all feelin’ me, time to spread some love,
Christy P just a vessel for the mack daddy above.
Once more, this hard rhymin’ **** gon’ go to the top,
I gon’ leave y’all now, gots to look after the shop.