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vs Salar (GRB rnd1)
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Sat Dec 03, 2005
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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Lyrics
Silly Brit, I bet you got you a little dick
a stiff upper lip and a taste for a fag lit
in ya mouth, and ya lovin' right?
It's like the type of desire you get

After sex with the finest, bombest
Donest chick who suck dick like a Cuban immigrant
Aww shit, you just ellegant fag Brit
With an accent braggin' you the best I'm laughin'

At your posture and stance
Hell yeah I'm American home of the rich poor and fat
Inbetween street beams racism is still clashin'
You havin' tea times at 5'o clock after cricket practice

No ones felt your ass man, most can tell your whack and
I ain't bumpin' Anti-Hero's less it's a Smut Peddler track [damn]
And all the money you earn you're spendin' on Fern
Why even bother to bother me with your weak flow

No ones peepin' this nerd, 'cause your speakin's absurd
Don't make a peep in this world or I'll eat you like a marshmellow bird
Get stuck with spears, put this kid ina ditch
you'll cry lil girl, i knew this Britt was'a bi***





Your predicates pathetic kid like a ellegant
Lesbian bendin' men around her finger tips cripplin' ya skeleton
Your lines send shiver down my spine been figurin'
Your times been up since the time British accents

have been made fun of, and my sawed off'll
Tear ya jaw off so I suggest you stay soft
Unless you want mauled by my rhymes
And this ain't Pulpfiction don't count on devine intervention

We all know that Ferns dope but why though
Do you try to throw blows towards my nose in hope
To draw blood, like I'm some pussy rapper
I can lose well but win better, confidence thee x-factor

Thinkin' you advancin' but your chances are slimmer
Than Warbux's ego being displaced by several people
In this game we arn't equal, I'll lite this fag up
empty the clip take cover pull out and reload

But Salar for sure can clean the poop deck
He's got mates up the ass in a literal sense
Your garbage at best, why even bother to show?
My flows mine alone but your is the opposite yo