Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,446
Peak in subgenre #101
Author
Indiv1dual
Rights
2004
Uploaded
June 15, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Some kid.
Lyrics
These are ad libbed.
Yo this bitch look like mahogany been knockin me/
But he don't know his lines are more played than monopoly/
Tryin to be gangsta talkin' bout ya stainless steel/
When the truth is yo bitch ass still ridin' on trainin' wheels/
Yeah, we all know you fameless now, how/
Ya first single is called, "my name is bow wow"/
You like distorted cocaine, I see ya line's bent/
You had to go as low as to battle Fine Print/
I go off on you like beepers, You can't fight the Reaper/
This is straight Knockout, call my style a sleeper/
I'm a verbal assassin, I got yo crew askin/
I leave ya head achin' while you reach for aspirin/
You come here claimin' skills but you don't come near/
You like gay fruit, fuck it, you're just plum queer/
Dawg, can't help that you're ugly, you bug me/
If You saw a gun fa real, you'd shit in ya huggies/
You dumb fuck, you ain't no genius/
The worst part about this fuckin battle is I'm bein' lenient/
Damn homie, how the fuck have you made it this far/
Probably from "gat raps" and assfucking Ismar/
I heard ya rhyme but didn't know what you talkin' bout/
You ain't tough, I could teabag you and knock you out/
Yeah the Horror Film is really a lot more than ill/
You green with envy of me, I could call you chlorophyl/
You like a fuckin' card, you must be a joker/
And only gun you ever held was a super soaker/
Dawg, you full of more air than ya lungs be/
I'll starve you so you can really die hungry/
I can tell I'ma win this battle like Psychics are beside me/
You can't put checks in shit, much less afford nikes/
And fuck even attemptin' to win this or give a try/
They's two simple choices in life, either you live or die/
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