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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,374
Peak in subgenre #3,135
Author
Deft
Rights
Deft 2004
Uploaded
March 22, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
This ain't a mother fuckin battle dog... it's a slaughter in Depth/
Anarchi uses moisturiser, he ain't harder than Deft/
Faggot bleedin on the ground bitch is callin for refs/
Not a scary movie but Deft is indeed a face of death/
Breakin kids bones when I'm spittin watch it happen/
Like my pop filter's a bag of cement when I'm rappin/
I swear this kid is just a fake freeway.../
Battle on roads in China, this kid still gets no Leeway/
Bitches on the he say... she say shit/
Sea Shell clips, your gangster stories, tall tails like big fish/
My lyrics kill quick, like electrocution/
Didn't have to check in, but you still did cause you stupid/
Cock the nine, I shine, this kid can't damage me/
And blast this faggot, now there's widespread Anarchi/
This bitch is panicking never had his ass handed to him/
Got so many ghost writters I can walk right through him/
Bitch think's he's something tough, but I eat beef raw/
So chewin this soft herb is no problem at all/
Probably fall, kid spits weak with no spark/
I'm a drug dealer that ain't goin to jail, I'm killing a Narc/
Best not to hold a candle to me I'm a gust of wind in this entire bout/
Cause I'll put fucking your fire out/
Action star wanna be next Freeway spitter hero/
This kid is cheap high speed internet, he's Net Zero/
Burn with flames dragon style killin like Spiro/
A bullet shell will give this kid 3 eyes like Heiro/
Bitches claim Pharoah but this ain't cartoons/
I'll run away with this kids metal like the Dish and Spoon/
Put this faggot away like Mystikal/
And diss this kid for 5 minutes like I fucking missed a rule/
The pistol pulls and this Emcee isn't scared to kill/
And yes this kid could beat me... hypothetically... if he had some skill...
And why even try you know Deft will take your dome and rock it/
I didn't know the great white hype came in Chocolate/
Why try to stop it... Deft keeps this fucking clown rockin/
Like those weighted punch bags that heavyweights use in boxin...
Spray the ox and lay into this oxen with a round/
End the beef and prove that your entire clique is really Hell Bound/
Tear a pixar movie out it's pacakge, what did you think/
Stomp on it, and decimate a Monster's Ink.../
