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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,785
Peak in subgenre #260
Rights
Hands Off
Uploaded
March 31, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
come on led poison, u can't match me wit sickness
i'll son you............... and make this family buisness
and u'll feel the cold reign like landscapes at christmas
verbal flame thrower and i'm sprayin' the heat
take ya foot out ya mouth,now what's taste of defeat?
get slain wit the meak i'll leave ya brain in the streets
your lame n your weak, i can't help it i'm derranged when i speak
i'm at my pinnacle and peak, or better yet apex
please kid i got this covered like safe sex
don't make me break necks from tape decks you stay vexed
so rest wit one eye open, fuck punctuation, ya rhymes are semi colon
shitty as fuck, ya mom's a hideous slut , chargin' 50 to suck
staink bitch, you got led poison cause u eat paint chips
and from being number 2 to my one, now get erased bitch
face this.... truth that i'm speakin' can't handle beef like a vegan
get slaughtered quick....i'll cut you n get paid like a barber bitch
i'm quick to take out poison like a fuckin' toxicologist
takin' off caps like a mad hatter make this man shatter
if you spit it wit physics, you still would'nt fuckin' matter
poison the pain's lastin'.... fuck your lame faction
after i blow your mind.... try to stuff brains back in
punches so complex i get a delayed reaction
my brains thinks this shit up i'm sick in the head
who the fuck said u were poison? u were misled
i can beat you hands free an wit one behind my back
your rhymes defined as wack you idolize my tracks
please stop spittin' your gay when your rappin'
i got this in the bag..... paper or plastic
atleast u can say that u don' got ur ass kicked
