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Genre
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Peak #312
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Cyphaflip
Uploaded
December 21, 2008
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MP3
MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:52
Lyrics
Your rhymes insult a 3 year old's intelligence
Droppin n-bombs, bitch you should get to cotton pickin//
Im sick of hearin how you spitting like you gonna do
A bunch of shit you never lived, I could see right through//
Got no heaters and no toasters in your house or on the waist
I’m real with my shit, I will vandalize your face//
With the paint or the blade either way you “seein crimson”
Have the crip boys give-you-the prison shower treatment//
Not believing your “tracks”, just hear “you get the train”
Ass-hole torn-so I could see what's on your brain//
Dizzy aint a rascal but he sure is a pussyole
Makin viets look like fags like chuckie's videos//
This dude ride big dick, yall call him deep jock
He booty call the meat stock, saddle up the seat shock//
keep stock of playgirls and claims to read the articles
But when he beats his tiny dick its like he smashing particles //
im a hadron collider, 2012 through the wire
Bringin hell fire, you epic failing and retired //
Check your rhyme book son, your punches are expired
This faggot perspire for de la ghetto’s-oscar mayer//
He sweating bullets, cause im the one that's trigger pullin
Bitch so outta style, change ya name to MC Mullet//
You so full of it, cause all your flows wreak
Of that “bullshit and crack”, but no “rose from concrete”//
Your weak ass should do a favor and comit “Xinicide”
Suicide - choking on the “meat” (beef), same thing right?//
An average kid, whose ass is kicked, a pacifist cut by half-a-fist,
Wrapped-within an amethyst, I’m damaging this babbling//
Bitch hiding in cabinet, blazin him like cannabis
Woulda-left you in test tubes, if your father coulda fathomed it//
I’m laughin, kid. Dizzaholic finna die
Your whole life’s a lie like Christ born on 12/25//
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