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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #391
Author
-=MaGiC MeX=-
Rights
©Ur Gettin Murked Productions
Uploaded
April 01, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
this sum straight pimp shit, not fake like dentures/
this’ll cause ya to bob ya heads till ya senseless,
some say its cus i flow sweet or the dope beat/
lemme clear it up whodie, its cus i kno street/
im ridiculous wit written spits, competitors aint hittin this
im constantly launchin these fists till u gettin hit
i be rippin it harda than fat bastard cus im a master
i smack wack cats, cracker or blacker, it dont matter
im no slacker, im a hardworker, no other jerk upsurder
call me red rum, cus fo fun this track is gettin murdered
like serta, yall get slept on, while they callin me the next don
cus i wreck songs, if i jamaican id be the best mon
this sum straight pimp shit, not fake like dentures/
this’ll cause ya to bob ya heads till ya senseless,
some say its cus i flow sweet or the dope beat/
lemme clear it up whodie, its cus i kno street/
dont call me inferior, cus caps from shotty go interior/
u needa doctor, like bacardi vodka, my shot’s superior/
nobody hearin ya doomed haters, i make the gloom greater/
break in ya house and pull u out like im a room raider/
u kno what im bout and if u dont, please dont doubt me/
neva drowsy, my scriptures sweeter than mowie wowie/
plus i smoke like chiminey, fuck ya up mo than hennesee/
say goodbye to ya memories, fo death theres no remedies/
if u spreadin lies, im the headless horseman beheadin guys/
meet dead end drive, when i spit its like armageddon live/
on mics, im a genious, call me mr. clean, im the cleanest/
u cant stop it, im gettin in ya head by ears or intravenous/
i win shit fo bucks cus im the truth, so in this we trust/
im splendiferous, even when i spit abrupt theres no hint of rust/
i end gimmics, cus like a critic, im Exposin-The-Wack/
when i spit it, im a weightwatcher, I Know-That-Im-Phat/
this sum straight pimp shit, not fake like dentures/
this’ll cause ya to bob ya heads till ya senseless,
some say its cus i flow sweet or the dope beat/
lemme clear it up whodie, its cus i kno street/
i switch styles cus im versatile like reversable-jackets/
im drownin all homos, so i make em submersable-faggots/
i make the south-go-cold wit flows so chilly my mouth-went-gold/
im the illness example, so its me they about-to-mold/
i creep wit heat like a black cat, then i blast back /
the click clack from gat caps to where ya hat at/
hit u like im hittin the bong, so im dismissin the strong/
spittin da bomb, always right, neva admittin im wrong/
not stoppin till the end of the song, then i change up/
stay thoed, neva a lame duck, i leave the game stuck/
like frozen segas, doubters watch out, im throwin haters/
ill make ya head do a 360 like u goin skater/
i put ya underground in Slain-ville cus my AIM-kills/
ya graves-filled cus this sickness cant be cured wit day-quil/
to golddiggers, i dont give a buck, to sluts, i dont give a nut/
haters im crazy with m-80’s, i dont give a fuck/
this sum straight pimp shit, not fake like dentures/
this’ll cause ya to bob ya heads till ya senseless,
some say its cus i flow sweet or the dope beat/
lemme clear it up whodie, its cus i kno street/
