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Think it ova (Lotus Kross Diss)
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Damn Rock Star Challenged me to a Battle... crazy bastid..
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Platinum Pistolz
PlatinumPistolz 2006
Rapmusic.com Beef Compilation
Tue Oct 24, 2006
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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About the song
He mad he sound Like a Rock Star & Got cut from "First things First"...
Lyrics
It's No Work!
I Murk a Simple & Jerk a Week
Murderous Murder on lames Just Blame this' Mercinary
For certain I'm perfect from queens when workin' these Jerks up in person
Hurtin' his speach while he Postin up the Worsest Verses In weeks
He Can't Hurt me he Weak & he lame, Like Tookie I'll Light'em Up
He push me I'd fight him like Tyson, Cause This Pussy ain't Tight enough
F***'em
Ain't No Reason to duck'em, Dot heads like Hindus at Night
Start Ignoring L Krosses Like some Fake Symbol of Christ &
Snipe wit Pistolz & Pesticide up in This Test to defeat me
Then Spray & Wipe' this Lotus out the f***in' Mid west Completly
Faggot..


Pfftt
Actin' all Gangsta Like he Bakin' the Fifth
This f*** Never hold a four, unless he Takin' a Piss
I' Break your wrist & Make you lose the Gats that you packin'
You Wack & you actin',
This Faggot's Raps is all Pure Chewing satisfaction
You ain't No Fighter... Catch a Right & Get Took out..
Keep it real when the Heats to your Grill Like Coals, Lighter's in Cook Outs
You Want Beef? Well the Thief's on the Mic Again
Sightin'em, Aim Punches at his head & Rapid fire Like Vicodin
Clap in New york, or Pop
Talk, lean & you drop
Your style ain't even Hip Hop, you Should be Dreaming of Rock
Nigga,
We ain't Colabin' Jerk, Denied His track & he Hurt
Ha Lotus ain't a wigger he's just Wack & need work
Complaining in spurts, So I'm Blameing His skirt when I Murder gays
Should Treat this f*** like a Athiest to Church & Turnaway
But Vertabrae By Vertabrae I'll stab his neck
Make this Shooken Rookie Die a Death
for tryina' f***in' Practice wit vets
Just Rippin' these Thugs When My Spittin' Erupting
& Cook a Lotus in Friction like Afterburners in Ignition Combustion
& Slap this bi***, I mastered this, exclusive, Venom is Ravenous
Mad Abusive, Bash a bi*** & Smash his head into Cabinits
Hazardous, I blast your kids when I handle the Metal
So Ghetto that your Best hope is ingesting pounds of asbestos
He Failed in this Riddle in thinkin' He'd Prevail just a Little
Till Like Samuel I Jacked son & Left that L in the Middle
It's Flatline,
Its Platinum Pistolz, Stupid,
Venny The Cobra
You Not a gangsta, take ya Punk ass back to text & Think it over