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Picked up the mic in 2002... Rippin' it up Presently
First and foremost... you suck and im the best... so suck on my 50 inch cock
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,431
Peak in subgenre #1,108
Rights
O FUCKIN ONE
Uploaded
February 19, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[bridge 4x]
you dont really wanna fuck wit me man/
[verse]
i hate ya tracks, you a disgrace to rap/
couldnt roll paradise, if you were playin craps/
ya face is smacked, theres no more space for rap/
if someone were to buy you, they'd prolly take you back/
you break and snap, like a twig or a stick/
i got a loogie in my mouth cuz im spittin it sick/
rippin this shit, i have you fallin back g/
you couldnt hit me up, even if you holla'd at me/
so i call you trashy, why you gotta get uptight?/
i bust mics, upside down, and i rip you upright/
touch mics, punchlines, thatll punch ya face/
only time you got a boo, is if you go up on stage/
pump the gauge, i spit on mics frequently/
change the frequency, other rappers cant compete with me/
repeatedly, no one here aint ever beatin me/
you can be my height, and still aint gon be defeatin me/
[hook 2x]
no one is beatin me, o-one, illest rapper, no contest, no motherfuckers wanna come
around to/
beef with me, how i do, fuck ya crew, the illest mother fucker in the world, cuz no
one here is beatin me!/
[verse]
kill you whack dudes, across the face, i slap you/
ya tracks so bad, you need to look for skill on yahoo/
bash you, every time that i attack you/
lash at you, just becuz my skills surpass you/
cant understand you, cant stop the disease/
my tracks wake you up, becuz im stoppin your dreams/
stoppin the scene, listen, i am lost in the beat/
lose in a battle against me, and ya cost is defeat/
what you wantin from me, tell your dad, i wished he shot ya/
you like weight in fat peeps, cuz no body want ya/
i stop ya, end ya career, this year/
show no fear, i have you shot by your own peers/
fuck your life, you got no shit to spare/
my flow aint got sticks, but the shit hits the snares/
im sick, dont care, about your mother fuckin feelins/
im a villain on the loose, with a bag for stealin/
articles of clothing, and valuable items/
lyrics i write em, so sick, meanwhile rappers bite em/
cuz they excite em, they go nuts when they recite em/
rappers back down so quick that i aint have to fight em/
[hook 2x]
[bridge 4x]
[verse]
better be loyal, cuz i make you my slave/
a peasant, a rank under me, fuck it, under a grave/
crack ya neck, and put ya head under ya legs/
have you run a mile, endin up in front of a train/
bustin ya face, burn like acid, you know what?/
ill bomb the olympics, so my tracks gon blow up/
ya flow sucks, what you wanna freestyle?/
i turn the beat down, just to give a beat down/
eaten up in 3 rounds, punches hit ya chest/
i spit the best, fire myself like a smith and wess/
look ya shit is wrecked, my lyrics hit ya neck/
in a weird angle like two lines that intersect/
i aint into text, but you need to learn the sound/
burn ya house, down, to the point that its underground/
now the shit's sunken down, my rhymes are powerful/
while i beat emcees and the other cowards yo/
[hook 2x]
[bridge 4x]
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