Everybodies Hatin' LeBron!!

Wow, this track is straight funny. It's by Brian Scalabrine, a forward for the Boston Celtics, and boy does he rip LeBron a new one. Well actually it's by some dude from Canada named Justin Everest Skeets who is pretending he's the player but no matter it's fire. Too funny. The track is called "'Scal Says," and it's over the Pharoahe Monch "Simon Says" beat (not suprisingly).It's great (and ig'nant), I've listened to it 3 times in a row now. Actually make that 4 (with the 5th coming up soon). The best part is the "Boobie" Gibson line. But overall some good references to LeBron are thrown in. Too much.

Now for your enjoyment, here's the track with the lyrics below:



Fuck LeBron up!
Go ahead and fuck LeBron up!
Throw your bows up in his face (Why! Why! Why! Why!)
Celtics in the house hurtin’ fuckin’ cry babies
LeBron, suck on your Boobie (Giiiiiiiibson)
Yeah I said it — suck on your Boobie
Boston will end shit that the Wiz done started
Add Jay-Z and LeBron to the dearly departed

Y’all know the name
Brian-Scal-a-breen-ee, ain’t a damn thang changed
You think ya sliced bread, but your shit be overrated
I’m a hit ya so you hard, Mom will feel it inebriated
I’ll elevate the pain, with a long-term goal
Use five fouls on ya face, and one on your soul
You make millions throwin’ dust, I ride stationary bikes
But when I’m in Long Beach, then my shit be tight
And when I’m on the court, one-point-eight points, son
Extrapolate over forty and who da real Chosen One?
So get nervous LeBron, cuz we bringin’ da harm
While you chewin’ on your fingers, I’m bitin’ off your arm

Fuck LeBron up!
Go ahead and fuck LeBron up!
Throw your bows up in his face (Why! Why! Why! Why!)
Celtics in the house hurtin’ fuckin’ cry babies
LeBron, suck on your Boobie (Giiiiiiiibson)
Fuck I said it — suck on your Boobie
Boston will end shit that the Wiz done started
Add Jay-Z and LeBron to the dearly departed

(Yo, where you at Queen?) Wes, let me see him
Notorious for cryin’ from a love tap to the chin
Veal took over the beef, put him in a mausoleum
And the pain won’t stop comin’ til after eleven PM
Bark the KG, pierce like Paul
Kick you in the back, stick you for your ESPY award
In front of Beyonce, Jay, your 1st and 2nd born
Make your coach get on the horn call Commissioner David Stern
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what playoff basketball is
And playoff ball is you about to Witness-es-es
Your face meetin’ my elbow or my fist-es-es
Wicked good hits, that’s what Beantown say
You holdin’ up the series, now get outta the way

Fuck LeBron up!
Go ahead and fuck LeBron up!
Throw your bows up in his face (Why! Why! Why! Why!)
Celtics in the house hurtin’ fuckin’ cry babies
LeBron, suck on your Boobie (Giiiiiiiibson)
I said — suck on your Boobie
Boston will end shit that the Wiz done started
Add Jay-Z and LeBron to the dearly departed