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Genre
Charts
Peak #9,250
Peak in subgenre #1,358
Author
Teidricc
Uploaded
March 22, 2002
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1 Cutz:
CUTZ DONE STRUCK AGAIN//
DEFICATING MY VIUSUALS WITH A PAD AND A PEN//
WHY MUST I SPIT VERSES HOTTER THAN THE SUMMER//
TALKING TO YALL IS LIKE TELLING STEVIE WONDER//
THE DETAILS OF COLOR//
THREE DOGS FROM THE RESEVOIR CLICK COCK THIS//
WE DONT POPLOCK, WE SLAMDANCE LIKE ONYX//
SIT BACK AND PEEP THESE EBONICS//
MY PUNCHES WILL MAKE BOULDERS CLUTCH//
HIT THAT BITCH IN THE CHEST SO HARD HER SHOULDERS TOUCH//
PROCEED AS I RAPE HIS LIL SISTER ..NO LOVE//
AND USE THE TEDDY BEAR TO WIPE HER VIRGIN BLOOD//
I PEEPED THIS FAGGOTS TENDENCIES//
WHEN HE MADE THAT TRACK BOUT CUTZ DONT STALK ME//
HOMOSEXUAL TENDENCIES//
TOOK TIME FROM YA LIFE TO MAKE 5 TRACKS ABOUT ME//
U HAD THE WEAKEST VERSE OIN BATTLE MUSIC//
I CAN SPIT IN SPANISH HARLEM CUZ MY FLOWS IS FLUENT//
TRAVEL TO MT RUSH MORE TO SKY DIVE//
WITH REFER BLUNTS SKY HIGH//
JUST TO GIVE GEORGE W. HIGH FIVE//
AND MEET OSAMA BINLADEN ON THE CLUCTH NINE/
AS HE REP[EATS CUTZ YOU ARE TOO LIVE//
THATS WHY I TOOK TIME, THEY TOO BLIND//
TO PEEP HOW I TOOK THESE 3 CATS 27 LIVES//
WITH 1 TRACK. THE WEED IS STICKY LIKE PINE//
27 LIVES DIVIDED BY 3 THATS 9 A PIECE//
SO DO YALL SEE HOW I LEFT THREE "CATS"DECESED//
THE GAME IS LOST//
I HAVE NO REMORSE//
FOR THE DEATH I CAUSE TO THIS FAG CJAWLIE FROST//
THATS TO GLOCK NINES IN MY PALMS FOR THE BASKET//
ILL WAIT TIL YA MOM DIE AND PUNCH THAT BITCH IN HER CASKET//
IM THE LYRICAL GRIZZLY BEAR, WHIPING MY ASS WITH YALL RABITTS//
Verse 2....Beige.
Its Cutz, T, and Beige... Vs. the Lyrically-Lame//
Electrify thier Neurons, and put da Fear-in-they-brain//
Dey Fearin-da-Rain// When we Speak the Flows-Pour//
Leave more SHELLS in Thier Body, than BEACHES and SEA-SHORES//
These Heat-wars are fire, and Im gettin-my-AIM//
A NOLA SNIPER, Im Hyper as Im Rippin-His-Veins//
Sh!t-on-His-Name, Till it Change from NOLA-MAXIMUS//
to " IVE BEEN BEATIN so BAD, That NO-A$$-is-LEFT"//
My Flow done Mastered-dis, so go-Ya-@ss-ta-bed//
Before I Fax-da-Feds, Ya Skull to Show-ya-Last-of-Breaths//
My Raps-is-Blessed, whether it Be Loose-or-Text//
I WRAP-ya-NECK, like a CATHOLIC-CRICIFIX//
I aint-Loosin-this, you in the CLASS-Of-Da-BEST//
You gonna Have ta ASK-this-VET, How ta PASS-the-TEST//
Max-I-Mus just, just stick ya B!tch @SS-ta-Text//
before I BOUNCE my Balls off ya CHIN, twice as Fast-as-CHECKS//
are you trackin-this? your no Challenge for this Champion//
Your Audios are like FAT-COUPLES, CANT-BE-DONE!//
Like LAMPS-an-SUNS, the way I LIGHT-UP-on-NOLA//
I Told-Ya ni99a, Even My lightest touch-ah-fold-ya//
My-Mic-Crush-ya-Vocals, Till Ya Speak thru a Voice-Box//
And make you spell ya Shit out, like BABYS playin wit they TOY-BLOCKS//
GIVE -ya-BOYS-PROPS? HAHA, Yo, Phuk-dat -$hit//
NOLA? Phuk-dat-B!tch// He can Suck-fat-Dycks//
Probly Phuk-fat-Chicks, Like they Cholesterol-Level//
I Send Blessins from Heaven, Send My Text-to-the-Devil//
The Best-of-All-Levels, Its like Im SUPER-SAEIN//
Ya MAXIMUM-LEVEL, Leave you in A Suit-an-Layin//
In Ya Casket-BACKWARDS, ya BASS-AKWARD-B@stard//< AssBackwards<
This Rap-Attack-Master, Will Use ELASTIC-ta-BACK-SLAP-YA//
Snap-Ya like RUBBER-BAND, You UNDERSTAND?//
I hold you wit ONE ARM, And SMACK ya wit the OTHER-HAND!!!
Verse 3... Teidricc
Teidricc bring da heat//
I stomp E.D. wit no beat//
I rock wife beattaz n blue jeans, sta-flo bring a creese//
My uppercut raise u UP so high in da air//
ya catch oxygendeprivation dat mean u DIEIN up there//
u betta be ware//
My lyrics quick ta make yo mind flod//
Compare my verb ta Suprano vs Glass, the only difference iz//
my wordz a shatta ya soul//
I'm betta din gold, Platium//
Ya vocal priced at chump change//
my termnology like Greek mythology it bring insite ta ya brain!//
U want beef I got ya cattle cuz I'm da king of da Cow//
get cha Kodak, point at screen, click n picture me now//
Ya lyrics iz foul//
Ya stank seepin cross da internet//
and if we played a game of bask
