Lyrics
Skrybe the type of cat to get jacked playin Cee-lo
(The fairy See) Christina aguilera got a harder alter-ego
Kool keith started that shit, the inspirer
Rza made bobby as an admirer, u made the fairy as a dickrider
he a lowly slut, im the P, you owe me bucks
Im grabbin klep, bangin this peurto rock like tony touch
thats boastable, but we know who the most roastable
who wouldnt call, Ten-sighs, over-emotional
i pack places, you the wack tapeist
s'why i gotta strap down tongues like fat laces
klep one lookin like some shit off fox
kid skated from his homeland, and got a haircut like tony hawk
those snapshots caused laughter, for 20 minutes after
lookin like he could hang 10, but not rappers
k-1 a homo-clone, caught the wrong chromosomes
he soft in headphones, like muppet broadcasters
the fuckin raw stature, gave the fairy malaria
the pussy caught hysteria(surfs up),klep cleared the area
I was jokin with the hair-gel raps
truth is, klep look like pharell on crack
when the tracks done unravelling
the only Fare-I-See left, its 200 when done battling
they all poisoned brains, i got the boys in frame
u all reminisce like T.R.O.Y's the name
someone needs their name reversed to be justified
instead of callin him ill, heads are more like I dont mind-skrybe
Klep need a rude awakenin so imma send it
your raps like a bad wisecrack, cause there was pun-intended
skrybe wanna take shots at me for bein a cracker
Only thing u manufacture is wack rapture, for backpackers
I was only out for the mooley now cosbys fans wanna shoot me
got ahold of skrybe it sound like im doin in rudy!
u should remake the mack commandments after
and call that shit, 10 reasons why that crackers a better rapper
You a like a pedaphile in enraged hunger
always sayin u love my shit, and im like half a decade younger
fuck this 4 man, we only needed 2 to tango
they aint hype, i locked my bike to harder triangles
skrybes avatar speak of his groin
he aint the fruit of the loom, hes a fruit in the loins
you the only fruit in the room,
start to forment when i put the fruit in the tomb
not 1 of 3 mc’s’ll see me, u’ll understand after
they’ve takin shots at my voice, like imma invisible rapper
the residual, non-subliminal diss, indivual
but yo check, peep the visual
imagine its a real match in ya brain, I be bouncin round the ring
while y’all movin with the same damn thing
Klep sorry i had to call it, but you throwin out more pun lines
then a sarcastic comic
I’m john bobbit, off the dick while y’all on it
tensai couldnt cause terror with Osamas conglomerates
i get hype, Tensais the first cat dyin man
he sound insecure on the mic, like a loose diaphragm
like Centers shootin 3’s, these g’s aint playin their position
so i gotta end-scribe (enscribe) minds like a crooked mortician
klep might just lose-touch
he musta been lookin for websites, 4 w’s in a row was too much
Its pressure time, imma end it in clutch
the pretendin is up, its a war on Drugs
you put the K first, cuz you stupid fuck
and im ruthless as ...whut (tensai voice)
its tensai crackin in, with un-natural flows
i’ll take it blows, just to not hear u rap again
I put the kings to death, fam cant handle me
The youngest takin the crown, cuz im the only one son-in the royal family
tens and klep are weak, skrybe think he came to test
i still beat his ass like S&M as the acronym of his name suggests
tens should check how im doin
cause that kid sound off beat, like his bad EQ’ings
klep yellin no homo to hide the fact, he think bitches are wack
and rather slam off backs, like P-Ewing!!
(I’m gangster) Tensai stop intrudin
youse the wanksta, only time u got personals, was on xanga
proved it thanks-ta, the white flag you yanked so D-Ciper'd refuse to hang ya
Skrybe i aint even been knowin u long, but i know when its on
u never pop-pussy, you pop-songs,
