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uhh jus listen im pretty (straight as hell) RYAN MADE ME FUCKIN CHANGE THIS....
but either way wanna battle bitch ill fuckin end ya life.. cock sucking ass rag...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,607
Peak in subgenre #4,216
Author
Emcee Plasma
Uploaded
September 06, 2003
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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
battle verse... dont worry g youll will be next man...
Lyrics
talkin bout throwin elbows mil gets crafty with macaroni, twisted double fisted smack this phony while im laughin homie, the only time your on screen killin is when your flashin sony playstation, ive come to the realization your just a bitch and dead barred, with ya head scarred, after this audio imma fuckin beg hard and ask choo ta give you a red card, suplex ya mind, with new complexity combined, this jew restin with a few furnaces in time, you aint up ta par far from a star like the earth com-fuckin-pared mars, jagged teeth gotcha bleedin verbs, your fuckin stupid upbring gotta needin words, this fuckin verse make ya become sum readin nerds, searchin a dick like a bitch bout ta drop down on my shit, ill chop you ta pieces better beleive it, prickly thoughts? ill fuckin thorn yer brains like the halo of jesus
make fun of me for bein white your nuttin but an incompetent hipocrit, if rapins ya drug o choice i suggest ya quit the shit, how many tops i gotta rip ta bits, these twin morons have their lids be split, nuttin but a fuckin buncha idiots,
leave ya tounge sore an red like lesbian cunnilingus, while i fuck ya gurl more spread than a bald eagles wings is, quit trynna mimic my sickness, ya words are growin long lemme use sum verbal shears ta trim it, if you think your smokin me your wrong yer bongs a fuckin gimmick
we all knew off the get go, your crew will never make pro, just let-go, your boys dont know how ta make rhymes only motherfuckin ECHOS,
acid gotcha mind tweaked, leave ya spine leaked when my knife speaks ill fuckin kill this lil rhyme geek, straight gunnin till you cross with death, know i aint talkin bout bein blessed when i say your fuckin left in a holy rest,
your without saliva trynna spit with me, tellin me i dont have content in my audios when it played was you listening, or were yall mother fuckers fitting in your circle jerking christening, with your cumm filled white faces glistening you got one thing right yall are fuckin sickening,
1000 punches leave ya missin teeth, wed be better off havin a muzzle each time these bitches speak, youd think stitches teach these guys how ta spit n weave but instead leave mil and his gang of kiddies weak
strip this gangster of his colors n leave him eternal red in sin, ill cure any of yalls sickness with my verbal medicine, your vocabulary aint there like an incomplete dictionary you lack words, your deliverys bare like TOYS R US your presentations backwards,
hack your life n leave your computer a virus, so this guy slits his own wrists thinkin hes a lyrical tyrant, if i sunk your comp your rap career would drown, you would immediately live at your friends house, where you could type your rhymes down, im sick n tired of these white clowns, its obviously icp wanna bes in this nice town, so get the fuck out now, before your borough turns inside out in a bloodbath shootout, youll hear a new sound, and outta my exit chamber is the only time i loose rounds, you shoot water guns while my proximal distal fingers my pistol, youll feel like your in iraq the way my grip launches missles~~ this is where the freestyle kicks in, and i aint bout ta sit n copy word for word what i said... theres sum decent punches in it tho... just listen...
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