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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#129,605 today
Peak #852
#80,225 in subgenre
Peak #458
Author
Sleepy Poet
Rights
Sleepy
Uploaded
November 23, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
They wanted to diss me, so i dissed em first before their diss was done haha...
Lyrics
Homerun can't rap, spit elementary rhymez
ur forever wack son no matter how much u try
Even Prophit agreed, when I said u was garbage
I.W clique, the whole team is garbage
No wonder Vibe left, told me bout the diss track
wanted me to diss back, get the gun cocked back
Prophit wakcer than ever but don't get me wrong
Bet the bitches preciate ya cheezy lovesongs
U tryna be a thug but ur a kind person
ur like a 50 Cent but in a smaller version
prophit ain't no prophit, the kid is a Judas
N they say he's a fag n I believe the rumours
Remember that nite u got scratched by a knife?
U cried like a bitch, n u feared for ur life
Fuck ya whole style, ya shit is so gay
mumblin mothafucka we can't hear what u say
Infant wisdom, ya'll makin me sick
Bunch of trickz, ya'll can suck my dick
U better watch the word comin outta ya mouth
U better watch out don't fuck with the south
Black hoody on witha comoflauged hat
Is the new Corleone, the paws on the gat
I'm not tryna be funny, I'm just bringin the old news
Ya tracks stinks worse than a public restroom
Fuck is they problem, I thought they gang banged
They used to call emself. the mystikal G Gang
now they rap bout guns, n smokin trees huh?
They're simply pathetic, they used to rap bout pizza
Prohit's not black, I just shit on his face
Homerun hit the ball but never reached first base
That good day song, as soon as the beat starts
U wanna be bone thugs but sound like retards
hit the boiling point bitches try to defend
Prophit hold a grudge cuz I dissed ya boyfriend
make u panic like n asthmatic runnin outta bresth,
Without his nebulizer n a clip in the chest
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