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Lyrics
HOAS VS Fatality:
Now...Whoeva said u was ill, They's a Liar
I dont haveta Prove That,Fate Lost his Fire
it's my DisCire,that this Man Ain't Felt,Just
like a broken mic clip, he can't Stand Himself
So...i'm bouta Let go,Give you some Props
Have you imtating pac,With more then 5 shots
You Put...in a PineBox, in a Drop Top...Nigga
You Missing the Beat nigga,Just like a Late cop
You a Bitch and you Know it,Acts of Heroics
Like the Tag Team Bout,Fate....will No Show it
I'll Spot ya Ten Yards, and get ya First Down
It's Only Fate, that this clown,Get's...a Curse Now
Your Passion is Gone,Son,Now we Both Heartless
Like a Mime,doing Hindlicks,Fate's a Choke artist
Regardless,of Balless, attempts,dog,I Rape's Child's
Consider ya'self tommy Hil....the way i Fade Styles(Fa-Tal's)
And please somebody show this kid to song Write
Cuz anything u Lay down u fucked,like Prom Nites
To Say you Wack as Shit,nah,That's a compliment
incompetent, son of a bitch, you ain't Confident
Fate...That's your Name,Aye-Yo who's to Blame
You was dead from the start,I dont know ya mayne
These gunz are PaintBrushes,dey Design ya frame
Lorrenna Bobbit this kid,Dog, Now Find your Brains