finals vs. Loogie Howser MC
elements tournament finals. lyrics provided if neccessary.
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Lyrics
See Loogie’s just spit, no substance, no heart
NO WAY I ended up in the finals with a retard
I expected someone strong with dope songs
Instead I get corky thatcher from ‘life goes on’
You’re too slow, with no flow, shoulda been a no show
Like your last foe, give it up for down syndrome
So ‘stand still’ you wont move me hawkin’ loogies
Go battle newbies; you’re just another one of Fu’s groupies
You sound goofy when you try to be comical
Its abominable, claimin you’re an MC is illogical
You cant control mics, and you don’t master ceremonies
That’s like pissin your pants to mark your territory.
The sad story of a half-assed amateur
Hittin up the chat rooms, thinking you’re a battler
27 years old and just started rappin,
the closest you’ll get to flowin is sanitary napkins
you suck! Period. Another ‘bloody’ rookie…
who couldn’t ‘beat box’ if he was punchin his moms pussy
must be the time of the month or something
so set a date with your Uncle-Daddy for country lovin
cuz I don’t need to study calendars to find week-ends
you’ve got week DAYS, week NIGHTS, week rhymes in geek threads.
Its no secret, faggot, you don’t need to be embarrassed
I know you wanna blow Neil Patrick Harris (doogie howser)
So go ahead and suck him off kid you lost,
You’re a lost cause with bad breath control and no dental floss
But that’s cool cause you’re missin teeth, missin beats
With hill billy monotone internet geek speech.
You’ll taste defeat if you face me with that game plan
A lack of aggression and you sound like Rainman
Reppin your lame-ass lyrical maneur
Drop the ‘gie’ and the ‘how’ kid you’re just a fuckin Loser (Loo-gie How-ser)
Sooner you understand, the better we’ll all be
Getting your hopes up like (young) josh when his hooker says ‘call me’
Theres nothing personal in most of your verses son
You’re choking on a tootsie pop, throwin a sucker punch.
