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Genre
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Peak #3,869
Peak in subgenre #98
Author
DoublesNY
Rights
ILL TACTICS
Uploaded
April 26, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:08
Lyrics
how u gonna say go shove for shove, when all u've throw is nintendo power glove, i heard coojo like boys first in da club, saw him walkin out the all man oyster pub, coojo ur a dog but swear u went rabbid, i carry a deadlier disease and im faster as a rabbit, eat both ur mom's shit gets me fishin, but love eatin dat puss when it's kentucky fried chicken, see i dont give a fuck where u be at, dis kid must be dumb he heard he's got da clap, and his hands together snap, i took a shit on ur girls face now all she see's is black, if u come back at me son u'll never get lucky, coojo yea u a dog a fuckin pound puppy, as for u and and my level shit, u couldnt beat me if it was on ur wish list for christmas bitch ,
now ill deal wit anotha bitch gauge, if u 12 or double barrel imma outta ur range, if i wanna battle ill put my money and bet ya, at da end of these lyrics u'll be needin a stretcher, u 2 need a seperate track to be manually, if not u 2 bitches remind me of the adams family, i dont need skills to lyrically spill dis kids guts, materially he aint got shit to kill but eatin coojo's spuds, man fuck u doin bro, eatin coojo like a mash potatoe, i know his style is all moist,u didnt have to be da oil for tin man and lube his joints, i think better and ill always be on top, if we have a contest guess who wins da pot, who da fuck dis kid think he gonna step on, u need some fuckin luck from dis leprecaun, no 3 wishes now u in some type of jam, u need to leave bitches be out like kazaam, shit man if i need to keep goin on these kentucky boys, look dis da usa go back to ur country e-thugs, and who deez kids talkin to for a label, when dey rhymes and sound disabled, listen no diss im bein fair, awww look gauge pushin coojo in a wheel chair, why u tryin to speak for, coojo remember u cant u need da keyboard, think im kiddin maybe not, retard get ur self a voice changin box, fuckin i didnt need no hook and i sound devious,fuck dis only track u get cause im 2 mischevious, previously u might've had something, made ur chance diseased now u got nothing, go on me dat im 23 from new york, go on me dat i seen jail and courts, go on i been married and divorced, i really dont give a fuck see, no matter what u still not better than me,deez punk bitches are tryin to rep game, u must be confused not knowin what crew u claim,son look ill leave ur mind on a hault it's war,im doin fist taps on ur spinal cord,ur dissin but no one ever listens, punk bitches your boys dont know of your existance,
