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Ign'ant aka Bigg Bizzle aka Words Don't Describe aka Teasipper Mark 1 aka Big Dicked Brit aka AKA's suck ass...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,105
Peak in subgenre #621
Author
Biz
Rights
Bizzle Enterprises
Uploaded
November 26, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Hook = Ign'ant
Verses 1 + 2 = Ign'ant
Verse 3 - Teknique
[center]
Uhoh...Cot Damn I got these veterans-pissed
Cuz they been in the game long n don't sound better than this
no weapon - no clip (no) but on a hunch-i-go-slap-these
fags that bow down to the boot like Punchline-n-Cap-P
Sometimes I'm scrappy but my click's there if i roll-solo
And I know the only bitches with me rock menolos
N'All-Those that wanna test - fair square get thrown-home
Like an uptight midget bitch - I deliver no-low-blows
Fo-Sho-Homes - if you wanna box... You'll go-home in a box
You're suttin women don't like - like swallowin-cock
Knuckles-with-rocks is what I'm aimin' to be rockin'
And a bare hot bitch is what I'm maimin'-wit-my-cock'n
I'm waitin' to be blocked by these queers that talk shit
they're all pricks on my dick mad cuz I'm bare sick
I'll rip anyone who test without involvin' a gun and a badge
Call me athlete the way I'm runnin' these tracks
Man I'm gunnin' these fags... I'm columbin' this track
I'm takin' the lead.. you need to follow mine if you're wack
I'm not black and I know this...
Your jokes kid - I'm not tempted to rap like Eminem or Fokissed
Why you so pissed blud? Cuz I'm sick blud?
Why you talk shit bruv? Cuz you on my dick bruv?
Why you such a prick cuz? Cuz you been tricked cuz?
Boy you chattin' bullsh... I'm bout to get rich blud
X2
I'm sick of these internet bitches (woah)
chattin bout their internet riches n their internet stitches
But I'm not internet flinchin' (no)
Cuz I know - soon - its my ass they'll be internet kissin'
And tryna stick their internet dick in (Cuz they know)
If they were me - they'd be fuckin' on-da-net rippin'
But they're on-da-net slippin' and I'm on-da-net trippin'
Cuz I know that they girl would be in-my-bed lickin'
in-my-bed sippin' giving head n spittin (oooh - shit)
Ign'ant be the one gettin pecked by your chicken (2.03)
You fuckin' faggots really sicken me (OH)
And truss I only use Punches that come with a Capital P
Don't start shit'n you can't get hurt
You can't get murked - Your words can't serve
What are you worth? And I know you really think you're suttin blud
But fuck around wit me blud and you will get suttin blud - y....
Hook x 2
Its getting tiresome to find that sons
Over define what they become, c’mon
its egomaniacs, gainst a maniac with an ego
british rail type who couldn't lay a track equal
to teknique, on His best day
atheist that’s blessed... (heeeey)
Im contradictary to beliefs, so the obligatory beefs
That come with speaking this heat
They Get handled with the quickness, like ryder
Steeping into a business known to lift shit.
N my hit list consists of bitches
That Are stuck up on soundclick statistics
So I deliver the news, you gittin no moves
Makin a show of yourself, without the video shoots
Id say ya style, crazy, but its played, so its senile
Meawhile, I got these thugs bluffs on speedial.
N you lie like your on the same lines as me
so Yeh your sick but with performance anxiety
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