yes...again...
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HHW Champ Match
Lyrics
everybody knows my gun, the hot toaster
when it's not holstered, I'm bringin this white boy and his god a lot closer
earnin a new meanin to the term...pop culture
the mic torcher I write torture
the tyke torturer light corporal
bring death like night sorcerers
I'm poisonous, heat? I'll bring these Vipers
send more bullets through this City than the DC Snipers
can't see me Thomas please be honest
slit fades wit switch blades and breech his conscience
this feline singin on the roof of the house
cuz if this Tom Cat respond, catch a boot to the mouth
u loosin this bout wigga ya flow is depressin
all the homies are guessin you couldn't rock a booth if you stoned an election
pop goes perfection my insane drops wreck shit
nobody go to Spin City...Micheal J. Fox left it
perplex kids when the tech spits n douse you
2nd time we battled...still don't know shit about you
but you still got the same wack flow, wack disses
wack notes to wack quotes and the wackest track listin
it's like you married to wack, infact you wack's Mrs.
you wack's bitch you bring ass for wack's chips
you wack's trick, I'll murder this groupie
you stay on wack's dick like Pee-Wee Herman at movies
fuck your wack shit, and fuck your tracklist
I'll put this City under the sea like Atlantis
& fuck Pittsburgh, tech'll peck you wit rounds
all you'll see is steel, City, like I'm reppin ya town
I'm pressin this clown plus ya mixtape's bombin
next time u make a tape in Pittsburgh's honor
put some otha niggas from Pittsburgh on it
but you can't cuz every nigga from Pittsburgh think that this weak herb's garbage
u been savin for a new mic for 2 months kid
if u can't save 3 bills in 8 weeks shit
u might as well turn to Heron....atleast then you'd make nice spits
shit it worked for Hendrix wigga rope some dope shit
or just do like I do....and smoke some Lotus
a murderous rant puttin bullets in ya legs while you gurgle and pant
watch me Cappa Saga Thigh like Fraternity Chants
my burner make breasts sting & my ruger make flesh leak
won't see Pair a Normal limbs like nuclear testing
call you paranormal when this fairy is ghost
you'd better submit before I bury this hoe
you'll scream Uncle, Tom...like Harriet Stowe