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f***, bi***, Faggot, Truth(Semi Finals)
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Tournament Round 3 for www.shadysoldiers.com/forum Kid had a 2 day extension =/ He said i would win, so why should i be worried? Lol...Zackley I shouldn't, p"Z
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Peak #2,268
Peak in subgenre #177
Author
RC
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RC
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October 11, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Man I’m getting the finals[RC!] Truth aint gone stop me![You’re wack!] I’m the champ and I proved it![He proved it!] Noones feeling your music![Cheah!] I’m hot so your loosing![Truths loosing![ And you’re not overruling![Hell nah] I’m bringing truth down[RC don’t fuck around] Cuz RC don’t fuck around… Call truth my sidekick, have him beat up my rival You gotta wait till the end of school to be seeing a final! The truth is that truth is one of the truest! You said I would win, so I already knew that you knew this And don’t deny it man, that’ll prove that your clueless I’m hazardous man, I’ll start heating your speakers And it don’t sound right, this students not beating the teacher Kid my punches are nasty, and my flow is tight And I’m ready to see ill, like an Ebola site! Kid keeps praying to god, and keeps asking for potent Cuz I’m putting truth behind me, like an embarrassing moment! Kid you taking the wrong road, you took the wrong turn I’m sort of like syphilis, leaving heads with long burns And fuck your crew, y’all got biters and fakes! A crew of bitches that remind me of minors in braids Couple of whiners for grades, I know you’ll whine cuz you gay And damn you got a record all of a sudden? I’m fabulous man, like Paul Cain and Joe Budden Leave ya in the gutter forever, like you were bowling for death Stick joysticks in ya lungs, so you can be controlling ya breath Leave you holding ya grill, like a barbecue day I’ll make you so pussy that you’ll start to be gay And I’m finished man, adios to you Adios to newbs, oh shit, that goes to you ----Beat Change---- Kid I aint holding the tech, but I’m holding respect Seen the round 3 set up and was told that you next You aint got a picture, so you aint getting it bad But you got wack lyrics, so you are getting it bad Kids a faggot see, so I’m rocking this loser Call me Aston Kutcher, cuz I’m stopping the future Truth aint getting to the finals, and that’s final Kids been following my footsteps, like my shoes disciple Make you lose the rifle, when I bruise this idol Cuz ‘Jew aint the truth’ like Jerusalem bibles You’ve rewritten the scripts, so I’m here to be hitting this bitch I aint a clumsy director, so you know I aint missing the clips You aint battle me kid, see you’re battling luck You make your tracks weak and then you say you’re tearing it up Kid you show me waste, cuz you flow like Mase And ‘truths being denied’ just like the Kobe Case I aint feeling truth, shit I exaggerate Went up against all ass, like this faggots faith Beat Phil and shit, start jumping and screaming! Chicks aint ‘feeling the future’ less their touching my semen you know you aint winning, shit you said it yourself And you’ll learn that I’m sick like you read it in health! Shit kid you suck, you aint a dope emcee B/c see I’ll even have cheddarlyn vote for me! Win with a great smile, leaving you gays piled! You aint creative future, you bit your name from 8 mile you’re the type of bitch to bitch cuz you aint getting a bitch Leave you dead in a ditch and don’t think you famous cuz I’m leaving your head on my kicks! p'Z
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