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Genre
Charts
Peak #18,389
Peak in subgenre #2,835
Author
Teidricc
Rights
FaSho Records
Uploaded
May 19, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
CUTTHR0AT:
VERBAL GYMNASTICS//
CANNONS WHEN I FLASH IT//
SMOKING GHANJA ON THE BOOK OF CORON//
RISING LIKE THE LARGEST PLANET ON THE DAWN//
I MOVE SLOW LIKE MOLASSES//
ON THE ASSES OF 3 UK FAGGOTS//
MY AUDIO VOICE CAN BE HEARD//
THRU CORN FEILDS SMOTHERED BY HERBS//
PRONOUNS KILLED BY VERBS//
MY SPEECH IS TURNED BY SLUURS//
MAKE EVERY EFUSIVE, DAWG REPENT THIS//
SLANGING SIMILES SARCASTICLY IN THE SAME SENTENCE//
SHOTS RANG HIT PLANETS IN ORBIT//
IF RHYMES IS CHEESE U COULDNT AFFORD IT//
TAKE THE MISSION OR ABORT IT//
MANY COP BUT I CHOOSE TO EXTORT IT//
YALL MAKE MY LINES SEEM MORBID//
LIKE MUSLIMS LYRICALLY YALL FASTING//
DEATH TO YOU CRUMPET EATING BASTIDS//
VERBAL ACID MAKING YA STYLE LOOK FLACID//
YOU MATTI COHN BASTIDS!!!!!!!!///
Beige:
Whether ya Hot-or-Not ya Spot-gonna-Get-Got//
Phukin wit the Resiviour Doggs, Yall All-gonna-Get-Shot//
And get-Popped, Like collars and Wrist-Watches// Just Watch-this//
Ontropnuers just burn our Sh!t and get Rich-off-us//
Opposite Of Deadly Fusion… We Laced-Up// And Blazed-up//
T, Beige, And Cutts ah Leave ya face-Up//
Six feet down, beneath-the-ground, eat-ya-crown//
Underground Champions all up in ya Kingdom-Now//
Bringin-Sounds that are colda than HeII froze Ova//
An N.O.L.A., like the Shampoo, I unscrew ya Head-from-ya-Shouldas//
Get-ate-Like Granolas, Cause Im a Health-Finatic//
Ya never know whats comin, runnin wit my Stealth-Grammatics//
Help-ya-Tactics, Just Practice, in a Room-of-Blackness//
So When I cut the Power on ya B!tch-@sses, You wont be Doomed-ta-Wackness//
Whos-A-Actress? D.R.S., I give ya Song-a-Grammy//
But the Lyrics-ya-Landing, handin, are softer than Songs-By-Sammy//
Ya Thongs-An-Panties, Belong ta Beige-Now// So Lay-Down//
I heard ya Smart So Start ta Give me Brains-Now//
Till I spray-Out, Now bring me the Face-of-Effusive// Leave his Face-Toothless//
Its Useless every thing I say-is-Abusive//
Playin-Ya-Group-is Easy… Yall gotta be Kidding-Me//
I deliver the Deliverers Liver to him as a Special-Delivery//
The Epitomy of this Rap-Sh!t, yall wack Bastads//
I Sink yalls ship Faster, than the Titanics Disaterouz Last trip//
Grab the Mic and Pass-It, cause the Breaks-Over//
Resiviour Doggs on the Page, and we ready ta Take-Over//
Southern Syndicate, the hot104 himself, ALL PRAISE:
Glory we battling for// I got the Need to take yo Keys//
Den make you leave// now you a travelin hoe//
And Babbin soul// the other two Bro’s are homos// Leave ya brain soar// for processing lyrics// that riddict Boe throw//
Im the after Math of Armaggeddon// My lyrics is so sick when Writin on-line// ya Swear I had A rhyme infection//
Im injectin antediluvian// hits on ya sight//
My anti-Ballistic hater missles toss Bombs atcha Mic//
You lost on da Pipe// smoking that Go ya Head Fry//
Ya Lyrics couldn’t see “FLY”// if ya “LIED” ontop of “DEAD GUYS”//
Chica mi Boca// ya B!tches cant stand us//
Ask ya kids for a nice hit// our cd they handed ya// I got infinite MANA// Magical// Marvelous// Yall Could spit in the Pacific and Still aint Out Shorin us// I got Furious Lines a//
Come thru ya Speakers// that if ya Bump too loud, ah drive the whole crowd ta Ceisures// don’t vote ya wont need ta// clown that wack yall Comin Wit// Get ya @ss on the Ground and Bow Down ta Southern Syndicate!!!