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Peak #937
Peak in subgenre #480
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February 16, 2006
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:25
Lyrics
you wanna war wit tha beast? i dare you nigga
you a bitch, i dont fear you nigga
yea, i am king kong, this is my jungle
battle wit tha rhymes guaranteed to make ya mind crumble
last night i went n ate me a maggot
a little bitch called ick, a canadian faggot
5 foot 5 couldnt find his way in a basket
im'a empty out a matchbox n make him a casket
you tha poster boy for everything i'll never be
a short, white, fake emcee full of jealousy
deep down im the rappa that you idolize
talkin shit when you cant even look at me eye to eye
not to mention that you sound like you ten
i beat ya ass when you were sperm n im'a pound you again
ya my offspring dogz, a bastard i regret a makin
the boards let me in the game, now you on the bench hatin
its tha cwalka, i spit tha illest texts
the final nail in the coffin of this nigga wess
im only spittin sick, im always spittin clips
put a bullet in the head of this midget ick
next, wess, original dick sucker
you still see remnants of me when his lips puck up
sendin pm after pm
tryin to get down, gotta tell him i dont see men
he still wants my semen, always claimin he ill
dodgin cops n horseback, always claimin he kills
battle board champ please, the nightmare slaughters ya dreams
lukecwalker, audio king
over 10,000 posts? do you have a life
when half of em were spent being a parasite?
say you hate blacks, but you worship our culture
now i gotta punch you in ya chest till ya heart ruptures
mr. split personality, the bitch wants to battle me
spit sick n rip your anatomy
braggin bout text lyrics?
nigga you uz a joke n its clear when the best hear it
its tha cwalka, i spit tha illest texts
the final nail in the coffin of this nigga wess
im only spittin sick, im always spittin clips
put a bullet in the head of this midget ick
skitzo, im not even gonna diss you
cuz i dont give a shit, i wouldnt even piss you
i dismantle, i dismember, i disfigure
any man who wants beef wit this nigga
the wordsmiffs, they want it wit a true gangsta
only cuz they know they arent worth shit
i'll beat em to a pulp, they beggin for a quick death
but im'a make em fuckaz suffer like a sick pet
you gettin banged by 3 of tha clique's best
judge, ayreon, lukec rip flesh
not to mention that you live in ottawa
where men wear skirts n they twist like oliver
in an igloo wit ick suckin dick like monica
whatever rocks ya boat, drop mecca, stick wit nautica
the dead know one thing, its better to be livin
n ya finished at the end of this sentence
its tha cwalka, i spit tha illest texts
the final nail in the coffin of this nigga wess
im only spittin sick, im always spittin clips
put a bullet in the head of this midget ick
