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Peak #5,492
Peak in subgenre #226
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February 05, 2004
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Ill Chris...soundproof ink's finest....lmao
Heyo, I'm nice holmes, but 5 nights I'll rock a white thong/
When my pipes long, if chris eva makes a tight song, when the mics on/
you say he's nice? ya quite wrong/
cause his voice so high pitched i had to raise the strike zone/ (BUT)
he's still gettin cock ridden from a lot itchin' to listen to shit chris written/
(wait a minute)
shit, if yall want irrelevant disses/
ill get some shit that clint written and well vote for either one of them bitches/
the shit is frustrating/
chris got so many dickriders i thought he and Vitale stared a bus station/
but cha station'll die/
cauase aint no motherfuckers taking a ride wit chris face on the side/ (WHY)
peep his face and never ask me that again/
see his thin ass lips match the thin ass on his chin?/
His face is growing a hinny (YEA)/
Now chris aint gotta whisper his verses to have ass under his breath/ (whoa)
I'm tired of voters hopin the votes'll go to this irrelevant hoe/
spittin punchlines with no flow/
and yall act like nothing's wrong/
but im saying fuck soundproof ink, he needs to soundproof his songs/ (faggot)
and yall some fags too, if i ever would catch you/
clicking the black dot beside the title of this wack dude/
close fred-dog, it's not for you/
nobody watching chris web address except the kings locker room/
so im packing this faggot inside a casket with an epitaph that reads we knew his steez would never last/
stop flashing ya audios full of trash/
sell ya publishing, buy some drums and play for everlast/ (WHY)
casue his rap career is straight doo-doo/
it's just wild, I'm tolerant, so i aint feeling an ounce of cris style/
this drunk's wacker than piss/
i find it funny chriss bablin shit and still pleadin the fifth/ (shut the fuck up)
again i know the voters is quoting some shit that chris written and hopin i lied/
but the fact is im telling the truth/
and on the note shit im telling you too/
chris is signed to a label with the white fatman scoop/
but fuck him, he's shit, similiar to chris spits/
ima keep tossin a diss, and see how pissed the prick gets/
but fuck this racist prick he's not real/
go form a "I said niggah" club with odd job and engineer/
you wont show, but not becasue ya not iller/
but becasue your nose keep poking holes in ya pop filter/
speaking of pokin i aint jokin when i spit that/
it wouldn't hurt his ass to poke a hole in some slim-fast/
see what you people can't tell from his features/
is chris has gotten chubby, from one too many pizzas/
can't fit his foot in his sneakers, what a wack clown/
he needs to be joggin up those bleaches in the background/
you ugly fuck, fat and such a disgrace/ and from the looks, even ya hair dyes when it reaches ya face/
ya whole head's a fucking shame/ he got so much moose in his hair i found Rocky under a bang/
