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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #898
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
March 13, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28
Lyrics
Cyda the kinda guy who would die to ride wit guys like me//
N guys like Priest, but guys like we decide that he’s not as nice ya see//
So we believe that guys like he should die, like twice a week//
So we decided to write a couple lines until this guys deceased//
N you can see we wont retreat, till cyda decides to cease to breath//
& speak, he stinks, like shyt he seems to be beneath my feet//
Im sayin, The fuck is wrong witchu, who the fuck is you talkin to//
Im the wrong one duke, ill Off you like I often do//
Pipe down whatchu oughta do, cyda, rudy n all of you//
Come back round, Ill break this cat down to a molecule//
Ill step up in ya booth n Shut it down like coffins do//
Wont quit till he don’t exist, like ya walkman do//
Get off slims dick, your just another pissed white kid//
Another dumb bitch, ide like to beat wit my night stick//
Im nice kid, cryin you like, “how could you write this�//
Im like “shyt, simple, bitch im sick cuz I write quick//
N any bitch that I fight wit, gnight, fuck a gnight kiss//
Cuz its light outs once I write about em, they lifeless//
Surrounded by cut throats, im bombin on dumb hoes//
Come online at night, big pussies, I fuck those//
You suck bro, you spit a lot, too bad you suck tho//
Catchin ass woopins fast pussy, yeah you fucked bro//
Dude is a dumb fuck, n Ill fuck a knuck up//
Whats up? St patties comin up, too bad you got dumb luck//
Its guns up, we just sayin, enough wit the tongue punk//
Its too late tho, cuz you cant take back what you done chump//
I usta like you cyda, but that was when ya usta rhyme//
Now ya turnin ya word on me, now its choosin time//
Priest Gone kid, This is you n I//
Tryna clown the clown, bitch, listen, this is suicide//
You can die tonight, why? Cuz you don’t know who you beef wit//
Ill kick ya ass, n put foot in ya mouth, kid, eat shyt//
Im cold wit tha Choke hole, to hoes that speak quick//
You in a coma now, like broke combs, yo, you teethless//
When people see this, they gon speak, like “he sickâ€//
N I aint even need to speak of heat squeezin n street shyt//
Rudy cyder, n all them other guys insida ya mind//
You nice? How come none of them dumb mufuckas is signed?why?//
Im twice as nice, n you write in twice the time//
I could beat you wit half a bar, you could lose wit twice the rhymes//
Im the mucas you can spew, gooie lugie hurtin ya neck//
You the wack version of me, im the crews version of death//
On a mission, to kill quick, move steady wit dedication//
Forsaken sent, to make you regret ya registration//