listen for the punchlines
Its Big Dane, nd im droppin my music on this soundclick just to show ppl that i can do this music thing.. email me at bigdane044@yahoo.com
Lyrics
[skit] Allow me to blow up the place/ and put a new expression on ur face/ like DAMN.. did he just say that?/ listen man, this shit is payback/ for all them hatin bastards/ this the track that crowns me as a punchline master/ i stay cuttin niggaz so they call me the knight/ im left times 3, cuz i'm alwayz right/ nd i aint Mcnabb, cuz i never choke/ so when i pop caps (nope), they'll never smoke/ nd when i steal, im on my tippy toes/ u'll find more crack on me than a hippy's nose/ i'll strikem down like a bowlin pin/ im the dude who hustled chapstick to napolean/ AND.. u the kind i hate, a nobody, miss cleo couldnt find ur fate/ [skit] nd u the kind i hate, a nobody, miss cleo couldnt find ur fate/ u that dude who couldnt find a date/ so on prom u took ur mom nd came kinda late/ u think u tha bigger man? u just a nigga, damn. chill wit that trigger hand, before i go ballistic, man/ my blade, travel like these rays of gama/ it'll leave ur face scarred like tony montana's/ niggaz, think they quick wit all this motion/ but to see me, u gone need bausch & lomb in/ nd when i spit, these niggaz see stars/ so they say the pledge of allegiace, i hittem that hard/ nd when when my crew roll thru, u gone hear us/ in my whip, u gone need motrin and a pair of earplugs/ yea, u gone fear us/ cuz ima run u over, nd lay ur body down where the deer was/ but u couldnt hear us man, i took out ur good ear/ now ur on the shoulder sayin, "did he use goodyear?"/ wut the fuck were u thinkin/ u when MAD DOG, nd i aint talkin about wut u drinkin/ nd ima spit till ur sick of me/ nd ima drop lines like bombs that'll blow u to smitherines/ oh, nd please pardon this/ i had ur girl blow me out like nintendo cartridges [skit]
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