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Everything from hardcore hiphop to emotional poetic stuff *whateva*
I'm E, just E. Just another emcee. Born in the cold north up in Sweden...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,120
Peak in subgenre #482
Author
Erik "Just-E" Blomstrand
Uploaded
December 19, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
INTRO:
If you want me gone, then you'd fucking have to get through me first, stupid!
Com'on, one on one, uh!
VERSE ONE:
I can't understand why some people want me hurt,
they want me dead n' gone and burried deep down in the dirt.
Six feet under, I wonder,
if you want me gone, then you should get in line and take a fuckin number.
Don't slumber, cause if you do, I'll be right there,
eliminating the threat you'd be, so just beware.
I'm not scared of expressing my point of view,
go have a joint or two, you muthafucking pointless fool.
Even if I don't belong to the chosen few, I know what to do,
in this rap-battle-song I enjoy straight-up fucking you.
Until you're through you're getting screwd,
you look surprised dude, Hell Yeah, I'm real rude!
You got me in the wrong mood, so it's gonna take a while,
before I'm happy again and able to put up a smile.
No denial, you do best in dial 911,
and if you ain't got no gun, you'd better start to run.
CHORUS:
If ya want me gone,
then you should come alone.
And when you see you was wrong,
you already got a baseball bat busted in your dome.
VERSE TWO:
I'm gonna slap the taste out ya mouth, rap the waste out ya house,
I'm the cat, you're the rat, a fucking mouse.
And I'm eating you for dinner anytime I please, so get on ya knees,
and pray for peace, pay your fees, you don't know any G's.
So you shouldn't speak like you're from da street,
we're solving this man to man, without packing no heats.
So get back on your feet and take your whoopass like man,
and I'll be damned if I don't get you slammed and jammed.
You're getting scammed by the fam and lose everything you got,
see the plot, get shot and survive, I think not.
Go to the spot to see your Doc in a crisis meeting,
you're about to go to a place where Christ is seated.
CHORUS
INTERLUDE:
Ya know, I hate this freaking shit, don't tell me what to do!
Now... if ya think I ain't serious with this
fucking-you-up-if-you-mess-with-me-kick-ass-song...
you're probably right... but still... you need to
watch out for that baseball-bat aiming for your dome!
VERSE THREE:
Borrow a phone and call home to ask ya mom for a loan,
can't stay anylonger so you start to roam on your own.
I'll turn your brain into foam if you mess with me,
bring your crew, and I'll bring the best with me.
Don't stress me see, I'm gonna take you down, break you down,
if nothing else works, I'm gonna make you drown.
You faking clown, you ain't shit but empty words,
it's evident you never learned about the bees and the birds.
I don't give a shit of what you heard, I'm a knock you out,
so watch your mouth, or I'm a fucking sock it out.
Give you a clout on the head ask you what I said,
rip you to shreds, I'm seeing red, go to bed, muthafucka EAT LEAD!
*gunshots*
CHORUS
VERSE FOUR:
I'm gritty when I go from city to city just like P Diddy,
to reaveal your hidden titty and prove you're not pretty.
Just shitty when you continue with that story,
can't you find anything new, you fucking bore me.
You will never get no glory, so you better asure me,
that you ain't never gonna' show your ugly face before me.
I'll keep scoring when you muthafucka playfight,
in broad daylight, my clenched fist will spray night.
All over you domain, all over your brain,
you feel pain, I'll keep hitting until no consciousness remains.
That's what it's like in my game, you're so outclassed,
and I hope you understand, I'm gonna whoop ya ass.
CHORUS (x2)
OUTRO:
Yeah, if you even... if you even try to... I'm gonna'...
I'm gonna'... ah, just FUCK this!
*guncock+gunshot*
