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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,938
Peak in subgenre #123
Rights
2004
Uploaded
July 30, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Finals On A Audio Tournament On Just Spit
Lyrics
This The Finals Man Now This Vet-Is-Kicked-Fast/
This Battle Don’t ‘Make Since’ Like A ‘Black Guy’ With A ‘Confederate Flag’//true
Right Now This Dude Hype He Betta Keep His Tools-Tight/
Cause Im ‘Throwing Shells’ At Him Like It’s a ‘Mexican Food Fight’//
This Nigga Is Sweet You Know Ima Sieze-This-Tart/
Its Like I ‘Ate Bananas’ For My ‘Potasium’ The Way Im ‘Eatin Smart’//lol
Im Hot I Got Ya Chicks-Lined Ready To See My Dick-Shine/
He ’Tears Brains’ Just To Say He ‘Ripped Mynd’(Mind)//
You Get Hit With Double-Darts I’ll Send Slugs- To- His- Heart/
Got Battlin A Fake Ass Wannabe Bubba-Sparxx//His Picture
This Dude Is Wrecked-People You Know My Leads-Lethal/
Have ‘Slugs’ Coming ‘In And Out’ Of You Like ‘Maggots’ On ‘Dead People’//
Ya Girl Hairy She Feeling-So-Bushy You Still-Is-A-Rookie/
To Me And Call Me A ‘Chinese Chef’ Cause Im ‘Killing-This-Pussy’//(Cat)
Im Flawless And Rip Intestines Dog Who You Been Messin/
My Shells Like Ya ‘Sex Life’ Cause You’ll Be ‘Gone’ In ‘Six Seconds’//whoa
Smart Is Mad Cause I Run-This/
Ya Verse Like Guy With 'No Arms Fighting' Cause You 'Wish' You 'Had Some Punches'//Damn
This Guy Is Gay Cause He Like-The-Dick/
When Im Gunnin I'll Have Him 'Runnin' 'All The Time' Like 'Michael Vick'/
This Guy Scared I’ll Chop-Him-With-Hatchets/
He Like A 'Rubber-Band' On A 'Bundle Of Sticks' Cause Im 'Poppin-This-Faggot'//lmfao
Call Me A ‘Bad Surgeon’ The Way Im ‘Stopping’ Heart/
Its Like A ‘Group’ Of ‘Retarded Kids’ Cause No One ‘ Feeling Smart’//lol
This Battle Is ‘Rough’ Like When He ‘Ashy’/
Cut His ‘Taste Buds Off’ So He Cant Say His Verse Was ‘Nasty’//
You Best Believe That Im Wrecklace B/
And My Heater Is Gonna ‘Burn Ya Insides’ Like ‘STD’s ‘//
So Don’t Mess Wit Me Cause I’ll Have Him Screamin No Tech Please///
Im NBA Material Bitch You Still Rec League////
This Bitch Don’t Know Im Hired To Smack Ya/
Its Should Be ‘4th Of July Everyday’ The Way I ‘Fire This Cracker’//
You Getting Ripped Apart Bitch He Know He My Target/
Puttin ‘Candels’ On Ya ‘Feces’ Is The Only Time You ‘Spark Shit’//
Bitch Frown Now Its Time To Sit Down/
Unless Theres Dickriders Theres No Way You Won This-Round//
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