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Im ILL...thank you,come again
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Genre
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Peak #1,437
Peak in subgenre #140
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illustriousglowbully productions
Uploaded
September 20, 2002
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
im attackin ya bars like a lion trapped in a cage,
attackin the stage with maraculous rage,
puttin caps in ya frame with a blast in the face
what else i gotta do to put ya rappin to shame
i done put ya trax to waste, just so HHist know your acting is gay
i display sick flow, equiped with jokes while u remain simple
it's a shame this hoax, only has friends on his aim windows
stop pretending, ur phat, ur wack, just stopped remembering
so I'll treat ya head like a treadmill track and jog ya memory
it's complimentory, im iller than thou, just say it, thats all
I'd eat this pig... even if I praised to Allah
im trained to brawl, while this bitch wheres a training bra
battlin me ya brain'll fall, check my stats son
i shouldve let u speak ya mind when u still had one
its real bad dun. its true I'll leave this faggot ripped
go get ya dick riders... wait u dont even have a dick
this gay kid gets raped, and takes haste to escape
my dicks not perfect. You're proof it can make a mistake
lacin this jerk, when I start punchin ur body will race to the turf
I'm the worlds plastic surgeon, wiping world domination off the 'face' of the earth
brace for the worst, cause my rhymes pound u all day
& theres no 'gettin around it' like fat kids in hall ways
it's sad if you tried, lets manage the fight
yeah, I'll call u dope.. if I added a Y
for you it's dark tonight, i'll ripp apart ya life
I always win 'usin my head' like no holds barred fights
let's spar with a knife, I slice ur face in angles like a square
& watch ur eyes & nose dangle from the top of ur 'stares'
then droppin Flares & dynamite, lights up ur bare life
gettin paid to beat ur ass, so I'm in a 'fare' fight
rare sights,seeing ur bitch, is she as sick as she looks
Like Jezebel from the bible, shes the 'oldest trick in the book'
never had the belt fitted prior to me,
and your nothing but a no name hidden from society
my chords strike quick, leaving ya cordless mics split
you must afford the right shit, being ya boyfriend priceless
