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#100,661 today
Peak #675
#2,041 in subgenre
Peak #27
Uploaded
June 19, 2007
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:58
Lyrics
Jay my dude, your about to get blown
You about to die behind bars like its deathrow
Think your winning? whatever gets you off
Crew was on my dick, till i pissed'em off
What they got me battling this fake for
Its third eye, then checka fred, and jay third
Yah you got it loser, third eye'll finish ya
The voters might be chicks, they aint into ya
Fucking with me, youll get left frowning
Like charity boxing matches, this round was free
They gave me a five finger discount on round two
You must be real, theres no pussy around you
Wow, tell the camera man to get back some
Hubby N Wifey, whos the man in that one?
Tell me why ya neck and face connectin
Looks like a slide from your chest to chin
You dont want the pic, you just cant get out of it
I dont wanna be eaten ill leave ya girl out of it
Workin hard there, shoulda cut ya mic cord
A pie eating contest only time you might soar
You raps alone cause suicidal massacres
Got rhymefest callin shotgun like passengers
Your fucking wack, fuck it man to be exact
You can get bagged dude like the tea extract
Im biggy, cause jayll never be hotter then me
Got your name deleted next round like im caller id
In this tournament, you know thirds killing it
Whys he a replacement, nobodys feeling him
I didnt say your soft, your neighborhood did
Put you to sleep dog, like the neighborhood vet
I bet you will die bitch if you play tough,
Shots leave powder on your face like makeup
Faggot, youll get blasted, put in a matress
Knuckles to ya grill give you more then a fat lip
You wack bitch, you can get slapped quick
Red on ya face is more then just a bad itch
Why are your private parts are iverted boy
No more talkin, games over bitch, insert coin
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