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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,503
Peak in subgenre #705
Rights
ya
Uploaded
May 09, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:38
Lyrics
hush little baby, don't say a word
cause I'll have it turned around on ya
before it even gets heard
this terds got deferred skills
at best, an average run of the mills
you've got an ego already
I'll leave it popped like pills
your whispers will not
hit the spot when it comes to my stock
this leagues russian roullette
your on your second shot,
Time to get got
so, fire when you see the whites in your eyes
but you can't, cause you're the type of tool
that wears shades at night and inside
I think you've lied, matter of fact
I know that
cause an engine chief could prolly
keep a train of thought on track
this cats wack like the smacks
that he's always known to catch
you're gettin fucked right now
and I'm conservative, so get on your back
style you lack,
your rhymes outrageous like your outfit
and I know you suck
but do me a favor and keep your teeth out of it
no doubt about it
your a fake ass rico suave tony montana scarface
you need to study up for me
hit the books like you just ran into a hard case
you arn't great
so drop the swagger like a handicap
I'll quadraplegic your style.... hands down...
right next to where your feet are at
your a feeder rat
that just got dropped into the cage of a snake
I'll break you at 8 points
like I was confused as to which direction to take
but that's way over ya head
I'll make it easy, I referrenced the compass rose
I could walk the globe and every inch that it holds
and still never one of your decent flows
this kids shit, and I don't wanna waste another word
I dug you a grave in your background
cause I just buried you with your own dirt
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