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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #901
Peak in subgenre #20
Author
Dareal
Rights
Dareal 2004
Uploaded
March 16, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
is this kid 'E-Qual' to being a 'punch line king'
or bring punch line strings like Erkle in the ring
I'm a swing by his ass mad like psyco monkeys
to win like ashtin, you gonna have to punk me
cause I seen ya 'come brief' like Jim in American Pie
the 'case' that you 'brief' should be filed under I
I'm sick of ya, so I'm gonna kill ya ass regardless
wit enough brain damage you'll be 'equal' to being retarded
you get departed an discarded like pokeman cards kid
be so scared of facin the truth you'll hide in the closet
you came to punch line kings as P-L-K, like you a mascot
you ain't even half hot an as impressive as a shoe box
cause battlin me ya bound to get a foot in ya ass
your vanilla, I'm underground like a snake in the grass
i'm a give ya spot light, but after don't be alarmed
when everyone just forgets all about your ass like Sadam
legend agress that ya track was pitiful cuz
told ya it was and you thought it was hate (what)
you stickin to your skills is like gangstas wit no guns
an I can drop E round after round like a date rape drug
this kids a sore loser like a Muhammed Ali oppenent
mamma don't pay no bills so you couldn't 'open net'
P-L gonna get K-O'd and I'm not even 2nyce
you white an behind de' mic, blind like 2 mice
so move on, like the trailer homes you've lived in
you think you the illest on the site, tell me that you kiddin'
your game is weak, rapping for you lacks multiple purposes
I'm a son this kid so bad, they gonna call social services
equal pulls more bitch moves than jittery dogs
and has as much appeal in rapping as hilary duff
like kids at amusment parks that can't make up their minds
kid always seems to keep on run out of lines
and that battle wit 2nyce just went on for too long
got drawn out like retards wit crayola crayons
ya never ever gonna beat me with those fuckin rhymes
got more chance see'n Jesus walk on water in our times
you movin' up in the world is like job fairs for whores
not see'n me as an obsticule like glass doors
i get to the center of this like Aaron Eckart in the core
sickest thing you'll ever spit, will be solive off a coldsore
