HHC BATTLE, you know how that goes....
Just to introduce AD LIB and KALIBA to tha world. Only a couple of old tracks, recorded back in the days. We are going to post some new stuff as soon as possible!
Story behind the song
Them haters who disrespect the man...
Lyrics
Yo
Muthafukk K.O.
PoeT is back in in this bitch, you muthafukca
Call me a biter ?
Fukk it, my own words feed a writer…
Ya can’t succeed in cyphers..
I put tags on famed toes
Body bags for lame foes
You fags wave flags with rainbows
I give birth to war and rivals
K.O.’s presence on earth is far from vital..
And whut ya gon’ do when I brandish my gun ?
Your fuckin lips just sandwich that one…
Can’t ‘beat’ me..
Cuz my ‘acapella’ would battle any of you faggot
Vendetta, I grapple your oesophagus…
Blaow! beretta to adam’s apple, so who’s the baddest ?!?
Get smoked, and herbs are famous…
I don’t wanna know the lifestyle of ‘Serbs’ on anus
You faggot is dreamin of Joe Coodie and a strap on
Plus ain’t no cutie that shake her booty to your rap song
Only have ‘balls’ to come pronto to sex males
Fuck all you bitches from Toronto or Rex Dale
I’m cruel, when inhalin fumes…
Any fool, get impaled with spoons…
You want it ? MTL, easy to find my turf..
Must have lacked air or vital signs at birth…
You lost this battle when ya was still a fetus
If we come ‘across’, feel like I was killin Jesus
Keep you in deep waters for fluid hearses
Your crew is nervous…stupid verses
Whut ya do is worthless…
To get a chick, need more than Cupid service
Bitch, the only thing that sticks to you is herpes…
Then…. Quit your college…
But here’s skills of steel to visit your knowledge…
Kiss the floor, lick your pottage..
My mind is cold and sour…
I’m holdin power…
Leave you pissed like golden showers
Yo that sweet heart is tha boldest coward
You suck, so get on your knees and good luck…
I don’t give a fuck, kills emcees for a “buck”
Now lookin for an extra dollar
Couldn’t “fuck” with knowledge if ya “sex a scholar”
Lynch men and “stretch your collar”
So who’s next to hollar ?
You’re unknown like aliens that infest tha planet
Don’t take your chest for granted
My index might panic and expose your flesh like Janet
So who breathe tonight ?
My art is voodoo when I squeeze the mic
Leave the site…
Deceased in fight…
You’re a shame for the tape
Your brain is not straight..
Kill you and drink the blood stains so I’m safe..
Muthafukka!!!
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