Versus Ick A.K.A. Tommy Atlas
alternative
indie
hiphop
rap
underground
old school
independent
Story behind the song
Sinima - Thumper (Beat)
Lyrics
Yur career started from scratch like two bitches fightin//
You can go n thank Cory for it since you ripped his hymen//
Come hear the damn butchery of this chunky cunt//
A dead Ick, a Tommy Atlas n the “Funky bunch”// (Marky Mark n the Funky Bunch)
N the style ya think you have just a flat out carbon//
N so fucked in the ass you’d just passed out fartin//
N it ain’t just Cory that can’t look at ya face//
Cuz wit every battle yur as shook up as bass//
N as a battle rapper that ain’t a trait you should carry//
On the same hand, why you let ‘im make you a fairy??//
Now I’m breakin ya cherry, n I’m finshin first//
I’ll only call you Ick, but the synonym’s worse//
I’m sendin a hearse ta come n pick up the corpse//
Drive the shit of a cliff n watch the little kid scorch//
I’ma riddle wit force, n show the public the champ//
You ain’t real like Pinochio, but this puppet ‘ill dance//
You should duck in advance, cuz I’m fuckin ya chance//
Of you livin ta see you even touchin or glance//
Of the next round, so step down n lets now//
Just take a breather ta get breath found//
You wanna talk about struggles, how the fuck can you talk?
Only struggles givin troubles is you tuckin yur cock//
Can’t stay on the beat, so why you makin the beats?//
Its so fuckin backwards, like kids rapin the priests//
What yur facin’s a beast while adjacent ta me//
N a bullet in yur mouths what you taste in defeat//
Just be patient wit me, cuz soon I’ll break in ya teeth//
N pimp you out, ta keep you happy while embracing the “beef”//
Yeah, just take in the greef, along wit all a yur doubt//
N ‘stash lookin like shits’ rubbed around on ya mouth// (mustache)
Now yur down n your out you won’t ever contend//
Cuz you winnins like yur friends, its all fuckin pretend//