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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,573
Peak in subgenre #111
Author
Vexation
Rights
Andrew O'Neill 2004
Uploaded
October 14, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Vexation (pause) deep like an ass penetrated
Flawless quick to drop beef like he's castrated
Afghans (pause) blow up like a beer cans then no show
Only down with 'TDK' cause the Taliban don't know
Dissing me is like krip walking up to a blood
A flow like alcohol, even Flawless got a buzz
Your TDK's weak link in a hypothetical chain
My styles incisive, your styles mundane
Your rhymes are shallow hollow but mine are deep
That diss track you made put my fucking brother to sleep
You sent him off to a world of un-wakeable dreams
After 10 pints of caffeine and a few amphetamines
You claim my accent is a curse and not a blessing
The accent you have is a style of cross-dressing
Sheffield emcees don't like a style that’s rusty
Get your dick out of your mom before say you smell pussy
Go gather your mans or whoever stands
Firearms with both hands I just don't give a fuck
Get high on cocaine jack a plane
And crash it into a freight train I just don't give a fuck
Keep telling yourself your sick your shit
Just a bitch with a small dick I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed I just don't give a fuck
My tongues sharper than daggers my flows a blur
The only thing I hate more than you is a custom officer
Wake up when you rhyme cause you have no emotion
Rub up against blaze but you don't have the lotion
I rap more disastrous than guy addicted to crack
And blast it sicker than shoving his stash up his ass
You can call my bluff but your shook like back spasms
I don't speak the truth but I rap aphorisms
Come back against me I wish would but you suck
You tried to jack mak and oneton but riice fucked you up
Put my rhymes under a scope cause you're reading a gem
Tracks are like your shoes (pause) you can't lace em
Your plan for abstinence is due to pepper spray cans
How can you spit fire when tears are wiped away with your hands?
I heard this guy pre-writes for battles and recited
And the only time he 'hitmans' when he's sexually excited
Go gather your mans or whoever stands
Firearms with both hands I just don't give a fuck
Get high on cocaine jack a plane
And crash it into a freight train I just don't give a fuck
Keep telling yourself your sick your shit
Just a bitch with a small dick I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed I just don't give a fuck
This guy claims to be thuggish like his pimping hoes
But thugs and pimps don't mix tracks on clock radios
I know you suck at rhyming so here's some advice
Stop spitting like you got you're fucking balls in a vice
You better think twice before you say my name again
I won't hesitate to scripture your death with a pen
I heard that TDK are even asking themselves
Is flaw the reason their crew sits on the shelves
So here's my white insight 'two pence' if you will
You still couldn’t make noise if handed a drill
Verbally shrill not even an ounce of skill
You could be dying and still couldn't be terminally ill
I don't know what to make of this makeshift caper
Couldn't spell his own name on a piece of paper
Dumping your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
