beat by Rock It Productions.. YES! AGAIN! lol.
battle at outlawrecordz.com
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Lyrics
Too Sick.
Look, I’ll be under the court of law, pleading guilty
For fucking you up cos your too young, you looked pretty
Yeah I'm the cock, bitch you’re just a puss
Getting fucked by your enemies more than President Bush
Look, I don’t even have to rap, I’ll retire
I could join a church quire and still win this mother fucker
It ain’t hard, just like your dick you could never come up
Meaning you could never fuck me up, you little faggot
Emetic sounds pathetic cause I'm the one that’s causing you to vomit
Passing on my illness cause I'm too sick, bitch
You will never be ill you’re just weak
Proven by you’re whack rhymes and atrophy physiques
2x
Who wants war?
You wanna battle me? Then knock on my door
We’ll do it strictly hardcore, son
Come and test me, I'm loving that shit
I make grown men cry, turn them into made bitches
I will burn you alive kid, cause I’m spitting fire
If I lose it just means that the others musta fucking dick rid ya
Take a closer look at your punch lines you little bitch
Like your other fucking records, it didn’t make a single hit
Thinking you climbing up, leave a Hurst for you to fall into
Knocking you down, taking Destiny with you
Now I mentioned your crew, y’all can put me through test
Cause the only click you’ll get is going through Internet
Coming from the same city!*
My rhymes against yours will Only make you look shitty, I’m not taking pity cos
All your songs is just full of audio disses
Leaving me on top of your shit, like my dick on your bitches
My game comes straight and of course I'm getting paid
People bumping my records, the only way I’m getting played
Unlike you, I'm not like you
Getting split in half, call the ambulances cos your leaving in two of them
2x
Who wants war?
You wanna battle me? Then knock on my door
We’ll do it strictly hardcore, son
Come and test me, I'm loving that shit
I make grown men cry, turn them into made bitches
Thinking you’re a Superman, Blood, I’ll be your Crip tonight
Your gonna be extinct before you even meet your rights (meteorites)
You ain't gangsta, though I know you try to be
A scum of the earth, wearing loops and trackies
Now this beef got started, eat it up or fucking swallow it
Get a bitch to give you blows and you still cunt spit
Thinking your coming hard at me, kid? You look impotent
On the mic I'm so tight that you couldn’t enter in it
Rich B, you’re fucking poor
Like the channel 5 porn, you ain't even rated as a soft core
As a matter of fact, just to add to the porn bit
Your crew ain't nothing more than little pussies and tits
And I'm the main dick, so you’re bound to get fucked
Bow down on your knees, cos you already suck
Fuck it man, I’ll end this shit with a nice sort of a pitch
Cos looking through my lyrics, I just made you my fucking bitch.
2x
Who wants war?
You wanna battle me? Then knock on my door
We’ll do it strictly hardcore, son
Come and test me, I'm loving that shit
I make grown men cry, turn them into made bitches