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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,573
Peak in subgenre #160
Rights
Chain mi fatch production
Uploaded
July 01, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Its in your dreams when your lyrics come to mind/
You a lyrical master mind come on please you could atleast feed a better lie/
When its your time to die in your dreams/
That’s when its time for the true screams/
Cause in this one theres one killer and his name aint freddy/
Hold your breath you better get ready/
When Cripps comes around it aint gonna look nice/
Cause he’ll rip minds who cant even rip mics/
And there aint no flaw with this one though/
cause he’ll tear you out gorier than anyone has ever saw before/
Now that’s enough with speaking in the third person/
Theres no beating me ill leave you and ya crew cursing/
That pic on your msn I swear that’s gotta be a man/
Just look at those buck teeth/
You cant tell me your not wondering whats been dangling underneath/
or is that your man opposite/
Who sits by you and watches you write then copy’s it/
You aint gonna like the way Cripps breaks it down/
Lyrical Minds please you just gotta go now/
Ya lyrics are gonna fall like an indians trying to hold their alcohol/
Deuce D is who you should look to rip cats we’re the only ones to call
We are the ones with the unlimited flow/
The only flow you get is when you and opposite get together and go low/
Like America in Nam this war you gonna loose/
Then deny it and cause youself some more abuse/
