Semi Finals vs. Prod Deuce
im battlin the spawn of one of lionel richies hair folicles
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Lyrics
this kids a faggot yo, i had to laugh when he spoke/
use so emotion rarely ever match what he wrote//
his raps a joke/
so im explainen why he aint make it to the finals like a fuckin absent note//
he rhyme slow to try an catch the beat, actually/
that aint called a dope flow, just a wack delivery//
he ugly as fuck, this mother son a disgrace/
he blow smoke in all his pictures to cover his face//
you still booty the reason why he will lose see/
i walked into a farmstand an produce looked real fruity//
you thug in canada ey?, im sluggin his face/
cause im from new york an he just lucky he aint//
im sayin kid/
ya voice sound like a mix of cypress hills b real and rodney dangerfield//
ya flows lackin aight, this faggot aint tight/
you wont see pro in the finals like its amatuer night//
spend to much time on the boards he cant rhyme/
must be missen strikes cause he got a lot spare time//
truth is you rattles, cause you come into a battle/
with no shock unless i used you on some cattle//
prod, get the point you just soundin odd/
when i kick him in the neck an chest hes dead/
somebody get this fag a boyfriend, just find em one/
and pd'll be right there like 911//
this kids pale/
an his pastimes include dressin up like a schoolgirl suckin guys in pigtails//
spent all ya money on that shitty studio man/
called second hand smoke cause he cant afford the first hand//
you just another wack kid gassed about his wack shit/
use so much emotion with the wrong emphasis//
on the wrong syllable you babble/
an with those weak lines you must always lose in scrabble//
you claim prod duece but i never heard a dope beat/
i only seen duece produced in the movies//
