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Peak #795
Peak in subgenre #68
Author
PoTenSe
Uploaded
April 16, 2004
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Check It,
People already say I lost, (nah Fuck That)
Now I’ll Expose the Heart of this Bitch and make’em take off his Bra,
U call it Rap, but Its only Trash u Makin.
I’ll Take Cire Off Head First Like Decapitations,
Aye, Look,
Think ya flows so precious, but I don’t respect it,
U Bite Lines, cuz ya Wack Rhyme won’t get No Credit
Ur A Fag, wit an Asshole Fetish,
That Eric Sanchez, the Homo Dyslexic*
And U know when I’m Throwin ya Fist
Ur In Store for Failure like Purchasing Abortions kits
Truthfully playa, when I’m hearin ya Spit
If I Point out all ya Hottest Bars than I’ll be Quoting Ill Chris (Haha)
I got this Gays Heart, And Before this Battle is Over,
We need to check ya Verse for a Warbux Trademark
The Christmas Tourney wasn’t even Funny Son**
U couldn’t get Close Point Game, Playing 21
Weighing Four Hundred Plus, Puts no Fear In Me
I’d take u Lightly, but ur Big as a house, Literally!
This Battle’s Now Do or Die,
And watch this Alien Murdered Like E.T Commitin Suicide
Put the Tech down ya Throat so u can swallow a clip,
I’d throw a low blow but ur stomach might Swallow my Fist,
When Hollow Tips Spit, this bitch’ll Die Slow,
I’ll leave this Emcee “TenSe” cuz he Falls Behind “Po”,
Break ya Cartilage, Last Rd. u said ya Flows Rugged
But its ya Voice that sounds like u been Eatin Carpet Pics
I’ll Spark this Bitch, put in the Nine in ya Face
U don’t Think before u Speak so I’ll blow ya Mouth thru ya Brains
Mexican, One False move and u Might Be Missin
Ya Flows bout as good ya countries Pipe line system
I’m Nice when Spittin, don’t have to Write to Get’em
Mah Gun’ll Blow ya Head Up or his own Hype wit Kill’em
I’m the Siccest Around, if I Cough in ya Face,
U might be ill as me, except wit a probable Case,
U Bite Lyrics, For this Fat Boy, its Easy to Stomach ,
If this a Walk in the Park, than ur leavin wit Crutches
Got an Eatin Disorder
Eric Fat Ass won’t See America cuz he can’t Leap the Border
And I Stay wit my Gun Cocked,
Talk Shit, and See 2 In ya Face like a short Jump Shot,
Fucc it, I don’t need 3 Minutes for Time B,
Half the Battles u Win cuz ya Voice is So Grimey,
Look Biter, After This,
I don’t wanna see none of my Punches in ya Next Battle Kid,
*Eric is Cire Backwards
**Cire got son’d bad in the RM Xmas Audio Tourney,
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