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Genre
Charts
Peak #326
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
SiniStir Knot
Rights
nah
Uploaded
June 21, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Ur garbage pale but not till u exhale will it fail ya/
B-unit seem’s true it means female genitalia/
The name’d be a made-up team that ain’t been SEEN/
7 hundred 30 days ta elevate he couldn’t gain esteem/
TO this day n’ he ain’t laced a key-Able ta grace my screen/
Or even imitate the scene so he went straight ta major league/
Right now I’m savin steam fa late in the heat like a relief pitcher/
I know a lotta cheap niggas n’ some sneaky BUMS that Kreep JIGGA/
PEEP…U ain’t never reached fa pistols on ya waist…/
Only glisten that u’ll taste is the Crisco on ur face/
It’s ya ex…‘out the picture’ not some BITCH thatchu embraced/
Spitcha case…look’n like u got ya gender misconstrued…(and aaaids)/
U SICKEN the human race not just kids who in this place/
I been diggin through the crates for some shit u COULD erase/
…These ain’t got loser TRAITS!! Hova…(no)…G-Unit? (WAAAIT!)/
Mase, Case, Ace of Base? compared to U this music’s straight!!!/
If I wanted somethin tougha I’d go up against La Bamba/
U wanna rumble BUT’ya just anotha Mutufumba/
(Like HOOW?) The only way u look like u can fight, PAL/
Is the Vaseline in ya eyebrows n’ I ain’t speculatin right now/
U’d strike..out..if I tried my best fa days ta get u laid/
The dental cage that’s in the center of ya face would get me played/
U don’t LIKE ta entertain…wit the mic on center stage/
U look retarded…ur about as hard as Mike’s Lemonade/
…(GAAAAY!) I aint KNOW that u was fond of dicks…/
Till I saw this pic, of u with black hair with blonde tips/
How could yall fa-git that every song’s the shit once his talking ends/
U don’t got-enough-rhymes-to-spit or donno when ta call it quits/
Ur so hard ta make sense…of I could gargle when I spit/
(gargling:) N’ bite my bottom lip,
(biting lip w/ water in my mouth:) man ur just HORRIBLE at this!!!/
U ain’t once gotten sick...like u been of me...a minute fifty-three/
…Jockin Wizdom’s delivery…pitifully!/
U stink on this mic!…I know u think that I’m right/
That’s why u wouldn’t DARE ta ask ta have a link ta ur site/
To join a crew or vote in ways that may annoy the group/
And u avoid a feud the thought of u rejected is destroyin u/
Fa SURE u been a target in class we all been harassed/
Arguments w/ field hockey sticks put ya arm in a cast/ But…
How long can this last? Pity-ain’t-enough ta get u PROPS/
…U gotta HAVE respect fa us ta DIS-respect ya drops/
Kid can NOT get the best o me…u BORE me! U ain’t upsettin me/
Ya bet’s with Kreep EXPECT ta see the story of the century/
Lord he’s in deep ta QUESTION me…(like pores on ur complexion Kreep!)/
Step ta ME…ya DEAD cuz u record (like ur EXPRESSION’s weak!)/
Sunshine?…ur mawmee’s little walking punchline/
That spits itself n’ which I used on Quantum n’ not that one TIME!/
THESE are just jabs…shit it was beef that I had?/
He’s so wack…(get this!)…Mr. Ree asked Kreep ta collab/
This is somethin ta phase ya u’ll still bump in rotation/
It’s just that we hate’cha cuz u come from Croatia/
Whatchu type is molten…hot!…ur right I’m foldin/ I aint told ya?
Ya mics explode wit Michael Bol-tin/
…I’M just a lame…that’s how my confidence came about/
…I’m filled wit shame n’ doubt, I ain’t as hot as I claim/
I just need ta find out cuz u’s on top of ya game/
How many girls CALLED u “creep” when u adopted the name?/
