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Rev-8 dissing Kannon
I be motherfuckin fake gangsta murderer
Before your loss in Open Mic, I aint never hearda ya
I’ll break ya fuckin legs…so why u wanna try this
Hope we get the cast-in votes so I can come and fuckin sign it
Hey u pussy, why u always fronting u clever?
Fuckin chicken, who the fuck ruffled your feathers?
I don’t need to crush a pepsi faggot, man im ya idol
Just the thought of battling Rev and D makes Kan recycle
U aint got no pistols, u aint got a chance
Only got a 9 millimeter when u drop ya pants
If I see your ass in the street, you’ll plead me don’t shoot
Rub me the wrong way, wont be a genie that goes poof
Me and d-compose’ll lay u sonic nerds wasted
Beat your wack ass then pass the faggot a first aid kit
I seen ya pic dawg, I aint gonna lie.. just confess
I knew u wernt gonna try it on unless this battle was a pink dress
U think u spit the sickest kid with a river of flows?
I’ll walk my feet right over the fuckin bridge of ya nose
The shit I brandish will turn your audio to record damage
Speaks computer so much, English is his second language
Look at the votes, see who the fuck is victorious here
Tie u to the back of my jeep so ya'll can go touring this year
Kannon dude, go suck Pukka just to blow ya hopes
Winnings a long shot, and ya bullets just don’t come close
So…beware in the rest of the tourney, me and D’ll smash u all
Call Pukka gunpowder cos hes always blowing Kannon balls
D-Compose dissing Pukka
I be the I-rate self concious blind snake
Ready to snap with a reactive mindstate
Im an undercover killer so I dont effect the crimerate
Ya 'off guard' ya bones melt in an open fireplace
Do what I say...and do things my way
Sit back, relax and think of things u find safe
Ya style is rocked, now watch the time ' takes
To say I gotcha back, then u watch ya spine break
U can tell police u got punched with steel blows
I'll grab some clean clothes and watch the scene close
With blood on the street, bitch it be clear...
The police just cant say that theres nothin to see here
I be fearsome, gruesome... moving targets I shoot somn
Leave u like a seive with arms and boots on em..and
The fact u a pretty boy makes u a backstreets guy n...
The fact u in my trunk makes u a backseat driver n
U never gonna make it into rap...u know this shit...
Now tell me what the fuck a gangsta boyband is...
U aint got no pistols, u aint got a chance
Only got a 9 millimeter when u drop ya pants
U a phony, I saw ya pic I knew somn was wrong
I heard 'backstreets back' but I thought that was one of their songs
How u gonna make it dawg with looks so feminine?
N sync already made a clone of Backstreet and mimicked thim
U look like AJ Pukka, sing in my ear
I'd be mad too if N sync fucked my career
U sound like a fake thug, u blow with this shit
But when ya voice broke motherfucker so did ya ribs
After this when Im flowing pukka, you’ll know its me
I’ll blow emcees out the water if they comin overseas
Two wack emcees, two murders in two takes
By Two fly furious motherfuckers from the Uk
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