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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #259
Peak in subgenre #7
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
May 14, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:52
Lyrics
Gay-Da-C, you a bitch kid don't even try to play-wit-me/
Cuz you can't-compete, so face-the-heat everything you say-is-weak/
Comin with a quick-flow, this-hoe is gettin pimped-though/
Pop em like a pimple, leave indents on the face like dimples/
See it's simple, this bitch-gon recognize what's up-wit-it/
But they say he's just-a-kid, then this bitch had better adjust-his-spit/
Cuz the pain I must-inflict will have this punk backin-down-&/
Fuck yo hatchets-&-mallets you faggots-aint-bout-it, yeah i happen-to-doubt-it/
You can spit your lyrics as fast as you can, but aint no rhymes-in-it/
Your dialect is trash I think it's time-to-quick/
You don't know what the fuck-you-doin, every time you bust-it's-ruined/
Clutch-with-a-full-clip and attack on site with every punk-you-influence/
You shit is fuckin trash-hoe, but you spit it really fast-though/
I pull the piece-&-shit, dispurse more heated-clips than Rambo/
You bitches aint shit-to-me, your history can't get-wit-me/
Fuck around and your case will bring back Unsolved Mysteries/
Got me comin out these dark-ass-cuts, hard-as-fuck with scary-game/
Someone give this kid an award for havin the most generic-name/
You a phony homie, a fraud & that's the name-I'm-callin-ya/
You bitin on the sac, there's already an Ace-in-Hollister/
You little bitch, Nortenos don't run with clowns-like-you/
I done hit you with a couple tracks that means your ass is down-by-two/
You fags are a circus, that's the way your whole-track's-soundin/
And you faggots look like some stunt doubles for that movie brokeback-mountain/
You little bitches aint ridin like you from the streets/
Your click can come-get-beat, cuz I don't think you can stomach-me/
I come-wit-heat playa, we gonna-see what's goin-town/
I aint got shit to do with Mickey D's but jeez I own-the-clowns/
You a ninja? I'm the sensay, I'll smackl you out-the-dojo/
Tell me how did you dad react when the man found out-you-homo?/
You tell-me who wanna hear some fairies that are juggalo rip-offs/
I'm the janiter, take your ass to school and you gon get-mopped/
This muthafucka actin like he tough-as-fuck, come-get-struck/
You can find me in the streets and best believe I'll run-amuck/
A hundred-bucks says you couldn't lose at least a hundred-pounds/
In a five year span and damn I think I may just double-down/
If you got funk i guess we can settle the score-and-fight-dude/
But I feel kinda bad for his ass cuz even his shadow weighs more-than-I-do/
And he might go into cardiac, cuz it's sound like a heart-attack/
Everytime he starts-to-rap, I don't wanna add a spark-to-that/
But fuck it I guess I'll do-it, bruise-this Shamu-look-alike/
And damn-you-lookin-like a muthafuckin man-who's-cookin's-tight/
One night, I'ma head to your house for some dinner-and-desert/
Start an eatin contest and watch this thinner-man-get-worked/
That's the only way you'll ever beat-the-man-on-the-mic-dog/
I'd put him on a track with me but this beast-would-damage-a-tight-song/
SO my advice is just-to-quit, cuz you punks can't fuck-wit-it/
ANd the only mic you should be gettin with is the one that touches-kids/
