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PWNING SUCKERS, THE NAME IS KNUCKS
A BADASS INTERNET GANGSTA' DELUXE
Song Info
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Charts
#120,670 today
Peak #1,005
#11,651 in subgenre
Peak #100
Uploaded
May 05, 2006
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:24
Lyrics
Let’s start this shit off with the kid Mickill
The four foot eight bag of Massengill
Thinks his hiphop knowledge is so damn ill
But his favorite fuckin’ record is by Milli Vanill’
Mike you know it’s true
Oooh oooh ooooh
You look like that muthafuckin’ midget Tattoo
Ricardo Montalban should be one of your crew
But he’s not cause he knows how fuckin’ wack you are
You order apple martinis when your at the bar
Your posting skills are so sub-par
You ain’t never gonna be a true message board star
What about the girl who likes to post the most?
You know the one that’s got the butt as flat as toast
The one who never ever ever eats pot roast
Hey step on up Coz and become a ghost
So what you know karate and you got nun chucks
You ain’t no match for the power of Knucks
I’ll tie you up and force feed you ten roast ducks
And you’ll be stayin’ up all night with the acid reflux
And if Boomin’ wants a piece he can get some to
Cut off his mop top and go and get me some glue
Put it all over his body and by the time I’m through
No more looking’ like Shaggy more like Scooby Do
Next up is loser that we call Echewta
So damn cheesey we should call him gouda
Worships George Lucas like a monk does Buddha
I’m a Harley and he’s a Razor Scoota
All day the little nancey-boy makes bon bons
And at night all he dreams about is riding ton tons
He certainly ain’t the message board Don Juan
More like princess Leigha than my main man Han
His threads are nothing but poop on the screen
How the hell did this asshole learn to type with his spleen?
I bet he buys a lot of hookers just like Charlie Sheen
How else could he get a lady to touch his little ween?
Yo Q-Drop with me you got some beef
Step on up son and I’ll kick you in the teeth
Nah, I better not I might lose my sneaks
Cause your muthafuckin’ grills just like a coral reef
To talk that much shit I guess it’s gotta be that big
Go ahead sucker put that in your sig
Couldn’t handle beastie free man you flipped your wig
Crash and burn just like a soviet mig
But I still think you’re sexy, I can’t lie
You look so good make a grown man cry
I know you want to meet me dude, don’t be shy
Let’s get together and make ribbons in the sky
Hey G-mile quit using Migh T Fine
It’s got to be the world’s worst pick up line
It wouldn’t even work on a concubine
With two wooden legs and a crooked spine
And Turd you’re dirtier than a whole damn dozen
Puddles of green puke growing fungus that’s fuzzin
With flies all around just buzzin’ and buzzin’
What kind of sicko bastard wants to fuck his cousin?
Jabumbo so hairy with a brain so slow
Pack up your tuba man you got to go
Mrs. Peachy you got so much sass
I’m gonna take your fuckin’ mensa card and shove it up your ass
And Zorra Chiflada you can dance the Lambada
With Nuzzolese while listening to Slaughter
Don’t stop the music I can keep this up
Hey Paul Jones, man what’s up
Goin’ out drinkin’ down at the pub?
Or are you looking’ through sure shots givin’ your willy a rub
