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Genre
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Peak #2,980
Peak in subgenre #1,654
Author
eyekahn
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eyekahn
Uploaded
May 10, 2002
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Lyrics
ask the devil if you can beat me, he'll tell you hell no/
you got more static in your voice than pulling on velcro/
stitching bitches with stitches, this is your worst dreams/
only time you've ever been off top was on a guillotine/
i strike you fast like lightning, the true god of thunder/
you're gurls a vegetarian cuz she likes sucking on my cucumber/
how can you get on the microphone, dissing on asian pryde/
after tonite, you'd be in my pops store eating fried rice/
i don't fear you, you're just a personality on bboys/
off the top you suck, thats why you're gurl rocks a sex toy/
you're a weakling, why you speaking like you got ill flowz/
my words penetrate more assholes than you're fucking dildo/
if pride was a dick, i'm sure you would've swallowed it/
i got skills bigger than the sun, your always in my shadow bitch/
i'm the sickest rapper ever, a natural born rhymer/
the temple of my head stands the test of time like the khmers/
epidemics a phony ass rapper who claims to bash thugs/
throw overcast cd's at me, i still won't catch slugs/
i'll put you in danger even if you hide in a safe-house/
you call yourself an epidemic but you'll never break-out/
i hate how you say you're ill, that'll lead you to your slaughter/
only time you spit sick was drinking contaminated water/
you're stuck on netceeing cuz peeps battled you called you ugly/
i'm sick enough to slam your girl through the tables like the dudleys/
you'll never win this tournament kid so stop your lying g/
you're just another overhyped white boy like ryan leaf/
i've got perfect rhymes and rhythm while this son can't flow/
if your so good, how come nobodies been to one of your shows/
this dudes like john travolta in face off, you losing face/
i know your skills are the shit cuz they're composed of waste/
this spectactular dracula will spit right back at cha and damage ya amateurs
with a mack-in-yah while i'm blasting-yah with maxima/
you spitting wack on the mic is the reason why i'm laughing at you/
slashing at you till your wrists fall out so that i can take your two hands and
point your middle fingers right back at you/
i'm slapping you with open palms until your face looks like i'm clapping you
with napalms/
smacking you with strap-ons and leave you bloody like your mom's tampons/
the last emcee went home with both legs-gone/
i'm so pissed right now i'll walk up to you and rip your chest out/
your body's going in shock and i just saw your heart jump out/
the only epidemic i ever saw was the one that i caused/
your flawz will leave you next to left eye watching the waterfall/
this is a slaughter-ya'll, epidemic ain't moving this shit/
paramedics be at the scene like arcane was doing fitness/
how many times do i have to tell you, you suck at rhyming/
the only way you'll ever beat me is if tre's ghostwriting/
