www.fokissed.com/forums Man of the House Tournament 7 Round 1 - Sketch vs. Oaces
funny humorous giggle yo
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Lyrics
Oaces in the house,
Now Sketch gonna have to throw him out,
Cause this my place, and I done told him to his face,
When you mess with the Sketcher your gonna get erased,
I told him that he couldn’t win, (couldn’t win)
Then he turned around and farted on me with his butt chin,
Someone better put a diaper on that shit, (on that shit)
Or the next time he grins we'll have an accident, (Oh no!)
Like Danger... Danger, Oh Jeeze,
Put on a hat, Oaces gonna sneeze,
I noticed you changed your picture before we had post the tracks,
To hide that you put on makeup with a battle axe,
And now your posting up pics of you in your pajama's,
It's time to cut off your booties, kid, ask your mama,
I could make a livin outta squashing you kids,
I don't even have to rhyme and you've already hid,
I mean it's ok to be little bit scared,
It's more then evident that we can't even be compared,
Cause, Your rhymes are as tight as your girl man,
Or your dad as a matter of fact, god damn,
They're open 24/7, like a 7/11,
Every horny dude screaming out oh thank heaven,
Now your pickin up a mic, and swearing your the shit,
Begging everybody "please check out your next hit",
But everybody's all puff puff pass,
I don't need to hear that even the disk smell like ass,
But your Oaces, you can survive any weather,
But your so broke, humpty dumpty put you together,
Yea, forget that you couldn't survive the weather,
Your so dried up, dawg, they just call you leather,
What kind of underwear you like when the lights off,
Depends... and grandma's got the night off,
Your only battling me because this was a crummy dare,
Cause all your boys said he's as soft as a gummy bear,
And of course all your boys were eleven,
I ain't askin questions, you can sort that out in heaven,
But like I was saying you ain't tough, you ain't even a hater,
Your a pokemon son and I'm the Terminator
How you gonna say his game tight,
When dude couldn't spell his name right,
Oaces, your a mirage, you ain't even real,
Put on your hair net and make my happy meal,
Oaces, your a mirage, you ain't even real, (x3)
You just some goofy lil toy in my happy meal,
I can't sing, and that's the facts,
But now he, wants me, on all his tracks,