PRO!!! Vs Siq Fuc aka Wordplay.
Pro!!!
Im an artist,tryna get my paper straight/
So my people can eat off me like paper plates/
i put white out in streets like paper mate/
to hold my money down like paper weights/
now im deep in thought,feelin crazy str8/
my life was hard,hard as my tightest bars/
im in anotha galaxy,hangin with brighter stars/
thats how i write.. to lighten my scars/
so feel me,
cuz i gotta eat till these heated streets kill me!
Lyrics
if sum werds r misspelld.. then w/e. u undastand,dontcha??
im blazin lead.. automatic grazin heads
till i got dogz confusen siq with playin dead
i spit foul werds, throw in the towel nerd
after my jewel drop,im gettin rid of siq like flu shots
leave'em with a few knots,an maybes
anna bigger hole in'em,than pussy givin birth to babies
my scope is clear,squeeze the trigga an fire str8
to cave in yer chest,deep enuff a bear can hibernate
my fires great, flames will make u find a fire escape
im ballin,u cant touch the rim on my tires,mate
i run over u,an let my tires crush yer kneck
ur the human pot hole,on my road to success
the remarks dont move me,so i sprakd a doobie
an watchd ur eragon 2 make a bigger flop than the movie
so toss in the towel,after the guns blast
but not the same1 ur man used after the tounge bath
i betcha neva had a chick give u luv note
cuz the only bird touchin yer body,is dove soap
yer syphilis lips,look like u been eatin nails
when u touch yer dick,it felt like readin brail
im leavin trails like snails with yer bodyparts
leavin bruises on u,it looks like body art
u prolly smart,so let me make this clear
bitches dont give u the time of day,month or year
really ur a queer,a poser that turnd thug
that lickd so much ass,ur tounges a fur rug
i got whiskey on my breath,weed in my grip
just cuz u sound like crap,dont make u the shit
im the shit,the big bad mutha fucka
ur just a lollipop,i left behind like the other suckaz
yea muthafucka,im charrin lames
siq makes A.I. look weak like atari games
i gotta buncha rhymes,to crush yer spine
crunch time,
i abuse wordplay like front lines
i gotcha snapin yer fingaz,cuz my lines thumpin
cuzin ur the worse fuq,since dry humpin
i told yer hoe,to suck my cock
call her mother earth,the bitch swallowed every drop
im swift mayne,after the clip bang u got big stains
spots of blood on u,that could invade the crip gang
ill slash yer throat,use alcohol 2 douse u
leave a v cut round yer neck,chaps cant out-due
im out dude,this been one helluva bout too
i finishd my victory lap,in my house shoes...
