HipHopEmcees.com Winter Bash '04 Audio Tournament - Round 2
Lyrics
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you wack mother fucka i'ma state the facts
a waste of space, bitch you're a disgrace to rap
i'll grace a track, step forth and break ya back
you could be a chef in china and still wouldnt blaze a cat
elevated flow ridiculous im not takin losses
i'm sick with it, when you spit it, it makes me nautious
you need breathe control, always takin' pauses
you rap slower than the mumification process
so fuck rap, you should stop a while
you gettin' sonned so much you turnin' foster child
i'm hot you're mild, dawg just stop the trial
beatin' me? you're better off just tryin to cop my style
you're not this wild, you're fundamentals are off
you're a fag and i'd rather see you stenciled in chalk
then rap actin' like you're hard when you're menstrual can talk
ya sex-life's based on balls like intentional walks
millz you'll get done fast, i'll murder your lines
if we wanted Young rap we'd play nursery rhymes
and nobody feels doubt that i'ma make you fall
im takin Millz out like g-unit bank withdrawals...