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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,828
Peak in subgenre #51
Rights
Exodus
Uploaded
February 13, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Fuck this known biter and ghostwriter who can flows
Since ya battles sounds soft, don't plan on making finals
You bit a wheelchaired rapper, whose lines roll out ya mouth
Style is hot, what more do you expect dawg I'm from the south
Lil jon in the blood, spit angry with what I'm saying
I'm hype, stand up and rap to leave mic chord hanging
Better have nimrod on ya intro while ya frontin'
Duck me like nimrod did point game and I'll start huntin
It's done and shit, hitting hard with precise aim
People know that everything thats rah is contained
Put ya to shame fuck everything you claim
Bitching and whinning is what got you the hall of fame
Wait, taras card pulled, didn't know death had em
Make hov hide in the background, like the black album
I smoke heat addicted to ciggarettes and cigars
Take the filters off the end of my shit just to smoke rah
It's a fact, cyanides only deadly when extracted
With those wack raps, i guess hov really quit rappin'
Fast and blasting ya track, cuz I'm the best yet
Online hov couldn't own me so he went and bought the nets (new jersey)
Bet, since rah likes my voice this means he's next
Dump you this round and make you more or less the ex
Test the best, come up short, what can you say
I'll put hov on his knees, like he was proposing to beyonce
I'll say, peep rahs pic, shits unfair
Bit ill chris so hard, chipped his tooth on his wheelchair
Rah wack with battle raps, i mean it duke
He's spittin dealines, like i give a fuck when the battles due
I admit ya got flow but got a wack ass delivery
Don't worry bitch you aint seeing me
And ya flows solid cuz ya frozen B
Trying to make a name in canada with balls like doug flutie
Ya groupies may boo me, but this battle is mine
I'll leave you X'd and with 0 here's love before valentines
I'm grinding to shine, and rising above all
People rather watch smackdown, mothafuck rah
Hey y'all I beat rah, bare palming my dick
Exo's deadly, eat cyanide to prove that I'm sick
Aint hitting me bitch, ya only understood text
Rah would have to be a raver, just to say he's poppin' ex
I only uses battery's so no chord connects
Next rounds like a cellphone, cuz it'll be chordless
Blessed, trust after this I'll bury more
Then crash my honda to show you how I'll wreck a chord
Carry a noose cuz ya quick to be hung
Act like I'm on stage and drop mic when I'm done
