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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,497
Peak in subgenre #275
Author
Mike Morris
Uploaded
March 31, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yea sonny im a melt u clown…
This aint text no more ya keyboard can’t help u now…
Whoa….niggaz know this whole tourney is mine…
Hit this bitch where it hurt and kick dirt in ya eye…
Dawg u know im packin what u fear..
And u got me bobbin my head just to shake the wackness out my ears…
Pop shit I get it crackin in dis bitch…
I spit and u turn colors like Michael Jackson in this bitch…
C’mon dawg we see da man fake…
That’s y don’t nobody know u but ya crew like a secret handshake…
If u bout it we could solve da issue…
Ya rappinn is wack it only take a few bars to rip you…
He can step but this dude’ll die…
Frick around and get hit more bullets than a new years sky…
Ya know I’ll get rid of u Famm..
Record me kickin yo ass makeya man hold the video cam…
Mike morris is known to be servin pricks..
If u spit wack u bound to get beat like a virgini dick…
Nigga don’t fake u shook…
U roll with niggaz dat bite…how that’s sposed to make u look…
Im takin ya life fag…
And most likely after writin for mic bash im bangin ya wifes back…
I peeped ya songs yesterday…
The best part was when I pushed the square button that was next to play….
U vanilla ice video vixen…
Its like im sellin u my store when I give yo bitch ass the business
U gon meet ya demise…
I’ll eat yo punk ass then leave ya whole crew witta piece of the pie….
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