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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,408
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C/Devize
Uploaded
June 22, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
P is for Pussy
R for fuckin Retard
O stands for Orrible
the F it stands for fake hard
A is for Average
Y he raps is a sin
N stands for Never
E'll never win
profayne, like water i'm gonna rain on your parade
bitch rapper! bitch name! bitch style! bitch made!
pull out my switchblade, cut ya like an operating
doctor in the hospital, like scrubs for thugs
take away ya water, fuckin piss on ya flowers
wire you up to life support then fuckin cut off the power!
i break fake rappers and leave em in plaster casts
i'm like dick dastardly ya just a spastic past-it bastard
like a rasta smoke ya ass like reefer
so much oestrogen on the mic, more pussy than latifah
Yet another net rapper bites style from Jay-Z
Heard your track against Grymm, ya like a Jigga mini-me
you even bit his beat, flow, voice, delivery
bet on other messageboards you're steady biting Mink-C
and if you jack a brothers style i bet you biting lyrics too
shit ya biting more shit than jon dough bites food!
Where ya from? Florida! well is that true...
bet you work at disney world up in some micky mouse costume
Or workin in some fast food joint, rollin Fahitas
Man I'll swat your fuckin rhymes like mosquitos
Country-assed faggot, just do what you want
and take your copycat bitten rhymes back to your swamp
i'll come to florida, not for vacation but to slap you
and if i see ya mom, i'ma slap that ho too, just for having you
kick your ass until my sneakers fuckin covered in shit
heamorrage your ass leave you in a bed on a drip
in the meantime, i'll kick it with your stank-assed bitch
fuck that freak so good she'll be like 'Profayne ain't shit'
And when you get home and ya doin her doggy-style in the sack
ya see a tattoo of the mink-cs face up there on her back
ya step back horrified, how she could be so rash
thats right - this british bulldog gone and served your hick ass
goodfellas on your avatar, really homie...
the nearest you get to mafia is chicken canneloni
i'm global like sony, while you're just a local rhymer
while i'm everywhere - look out punk - i'm behind ya!
ill rhyme designer, you're just a personality-less punk
with the longevity of an egg-timer
and when i find ya, i'll explode right in your face
like a fighter plane unleashing a sidewinder
its a fact - i don't know where you bit your lyrics from
just go the store and get your money back
because although you get certain cats swinging from your nuts
they be the only people feeling your cuts
rhyme like a kiddie fiddler peering from a Datsun
you're floridas answer to michael jackson
i'll grab my bat son, and smash profaynes fuckin face
so fuckin hard i wont stop swingin til its a flat one!!!
