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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,917
Peak in subgenre #136
Author
RC
Rights
RC
Uploaded
October 24, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Ill had to intrude this, so I’ll leave him clipped to lids
And I felt your little remix, now go back to disco bitch
You aint top you bout to leave the hill like sisqo shit
You’re a filth nuisance, Kid start to build your ruins
Cuz I’m like acid yo! The reason for Ill-loosin!
Seen your little photo, took him hours to get thier
The middle class suburbs, kid was frightened and dead scared
Get out your Ferrari, drive out to the safari
Try to get hot and see a mirage of being hotter than RC
Stick a harpoon in your face, and ruin ya gays
See I got my shots already, so I’m immune to ill wayz
Reschedule this to winter, cuz that’s the only time anyones feeling ill
I’ll conceal and kill, you trying to get a real deal?
Well sorry but your wack, and that’s the real deal!
And sorry Lil Illy, I don’t mean to trouble you!
But please send your shit in CD-RW!
You aint in the burbs! You’re in a farm I see!
Have you coming to me for lines, like a coke pharmacy
And it’s cool Ricky! Just chill on the fence!
Regain balance dawg, you ever lift on the bench?
Fuck amazon bro, go and pawn your fucking necklace
Or I’ll rip it out of this fucker, and leave the kid neck less
I’m reckless, dissect this pest bitch, I’m aggressive
Fuck the due date kid, I’m hesitant to winning
Your flows Off as Fuck, like President Clinton
I see the metro in you, and the Gay in you too
So like Siamese twins, kid you’re staying in two
Bruise this bitch through, and leave him like two-Face
Chicks aint meeting him, kinda like the due dates!
Smash, Lock, Stab, this kid does Rock Rap
Fred durst looking m’fucka shouldn’t talk back
Battling RC kid? Make another god track
I mean you used to be good, now you got wack
No showing or not joining is what you should’ve done
And I lied to you dog, Elek really would’ve won
You got no punchlines, creativity lacks
It’s like a political battle, cuz I’m spitting the facts
I’m…Ripping you cats, Only ya lipid is Phat
Reminisce your ending bliss, see what RC’s inventing is.
Touch of the mic that Jackson’s victims havn’t seen
This trophies coming to me, like crack is to a fiend
You aint coming from a Poland, see that’s a European
You rich as fuck, so don’t complain about money
Don’t mean to be rude, but your pain is quite funny
You aint seeing the low life, you’re actually laying in wealth
So like Kobe in NBA LIVE, you’re just playing yourself
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