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Emcee Skittles (Diss)
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read the transcript of the chat me and skittles had after i heard his diss about me http://geocities.com/hedlessrap/skittles.html
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a dirty south rapper with hardcore and death metal influences
WHATS UP? I'M HEDLESS I DONT DRINK, I DONT SMOKE, I DONT DO DRUGS, IM A RAPPER, IM A SCREAMER LOL NO HOMO, I LOVE MAKING MUSIC, DOWNLOAD MY MUSIC, PUT IT ON YOUR IPOD OR ZUNE OR MP3 DEVICE... AND I'LL LOVE U FOREVER :D
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
#6,180 in subgenre Peak #39
Charts
Peak #4,697
Author
C. Newman
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2003
Uploaded
December 11, 2003
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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read the transcript of the chat me and skittles had after i heard his diss about me here
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NEW SKITTLES!, WOOOO!! SHUT UP YOU FAGGOT!! I AINT NEVER BEEN TO CALIFONYA AND I DONT WANNA IF PEOPLE LIKE YOU BE DOWN THERE DONT WANNA GO TO TOWN THERE WHEN U RAP YOU STAY OFF BEAT AND I AINT YO MUTTA MUTTA HOMIE I'M NOT LIKE BONE CRUSHER, IM NOT FAKE? ISNT THAT VAGUE, SICK LYRICS WOULD GIVE YOU THE PLAGUE STOMP ON DA BRAKE, SHAKE, LIKE A EARTHQUAKES DONT STEP OVER THA STATE LINE, FOR HEAVENS SAKE I WAS MORE SCARED AT THE ZOO, THEIR IN CAGES IM NOT SCARED OF YOU, GUNS COME IN GAUGES I TRIED TO LOOK YOU UP, IN THE YELLOW PAGES IT SAID THAT YOU DIED CUZ I RAPPED THIS WAY b**ch OOO, YOU, CAN SPIT IN 2 LANGUAGES CRAP AND UHH, WHATS THAT OTHER SPANGLISH? IM PISSIN MY PANTS, IM SHAKIN IN MY BOOTS, WOOOO HOOOO, BUDDY, WHAT THE F*** YOU GON DO? ayo, if you come down to da south mess around and get a gat in ya mouth blow ya brains all up on tha ground bury you, where you'll never be found would the mexican eminem sit back down thank you da king but whos wearin da crown put ya gown back on for a night on da town somebody call da cops we got a code brown tellin everbody i sound like rob zombie will get you hurt boy, run home to ya mommy O u mexican i thought u was a commy one of the guns i got they call a tommy some parts where you rap a little faster sounds like a puppet without a master get ready for war, cuz i cause a disaster get ready to die, you better call your pastor
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