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Peak #12,591
Peak in subgenre #7,986
Author
Branco
Uploaded
May 15, 2003
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
well the story is pretty fucking funny let me tell you....
Lyrics
iNTRO)
“I’d like to know are you ready for some super dynamite cracken…”
“YEAH”
“…And, Thank you, because now its star time!”
(Branco)
Spitshyne is on my mind, this time for my rhyme
At first I couldn’t believe it.
He bit the Bacardi crew.
Choke with no joke as he’s trying to swallow shit brew.
Come to find out this bitch was trying to bite me too.
His teeth clenched around way more than he can fucking chew.
You best understand I’m not taking their side
Bacardi Boys will get waxed like a Slip & Slide.
With level headed tactic, I attack with precision
Destruction of SS is within my inner-vision
Accessing karni4 ain’t part of my holy mission.
It’s a crusade to slice blade and I cut to intermission.
(Ghostbusters)
“Yes, it’s true this man, has no dick.”
Belittling references left SpitShyne critical
‘Bout to find God while your waiting for my miracle.
Like this was Death Row, you’re turning religiously spiritual.
My lab spins basics with beats that’ll freak,
Sound so nice gets my skeet splashin’ my feet.
Concrete in two buckets and you’re dippin’ in the water.
Cement boots SpitShyne at the bottom of the river.
Clown you’re drownin’ on my words that you bit and choked
BMC and me you won’t again invoke.
(WarGames)
“Strategy games, the only winning move is not to play”
(BMC)
I got ‘em much quicker than a fat man with a “Snickers”
I disfigure spitshine with just a pull of a trigger
Bullets will rip ya to apportionate pieces
Of course you will peep this and then I’ll forcefully feed this
Like a raped woman’s fetus
Diseases spreading through your blood vessels
I’ll keep blasting up missiles
Meet your defeat, spit shine my shoes after we mud wrestle
I’ll keep feeding you lunch specials
Giving you nightmares, then killing you right there
Burning like bright flares I get in ya train of thought
Insane or not, I’ll still get in ya brain and rot
The main thought, is that I’m getting deeper and deeper
I take so many rapper’s lives you can call me the grim reaper
Ya bitch is a hoe, and I know it so you can keep her
You could never climb my tower I’m like Mt. Everest but steeper
I can tell your shit is bitten like a hound when I defeat ya
Cause your style is like matrix reloaded, only found in theaters
(Re-edited Happy Gilmore
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