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Genre
Charts
Peak #2,684
Peak in subgenre #1,381
Author
Dr. Drake (lyrics)
Uploaded
December 18, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
How can a prepubescent retard happen to be a “GNIAZ?”
Only time you’re on fire is when you’re crappin jalapenos.
Nothin you can say will confuse my lynch mob,
but when I say “yo mama” you say “which mom?”
Like Bette Midler, I’ma bust ya “From a Distance.”
But now I must come to justify this business.
Once my verbal volley of rocks and crap knocks him flat,
I’ll have the obnoxious brat boxed and wrapped
just in time for Christmas.
No one can teach this turd.
Ever wonder why his speech is slurred?
Cuz he made an egregious mistake, so this leech deserved
to have his tongue ripped out by my prestigious verbs.
He’s useless, please don’t confuse the facts, and
“Child abuse” can’t describe how I’ma bruise this has-been,
the nuisance with a Massachusetts accent,
for choosin to battle me, a ruthless axeman.
But my lyrics cause bloodshed instead of my axe.
Your voice is bringin new meaning to “dead in its tracks.”
And I’ll rip Moonwalk, for aiding and abetting ya raps.
The whole thread will watch me imbed your head in your back.
Now I’m ahead of the pack and my humongous belt’s
gonna leave humongous welts on this youngun’s pelt.
The last punk I was dealt, he went and hung himself,
but you, you’ve been crapped on by dung itself.
I’ma nondiscriminately rip off your ligaments.
You’ll be strangled off with them in Taunton’s tenements
You’re dishonest as all of Jane Fonda’s sentiments
and moronic as callin anacondas venomous.
[Batter up!] You’ll be out before you get to first base
in the first place, if and when your verse plays.
At best, you’ll be defeated, but in the worst case,
you’ll witness, first-hand, violence in the workplace.
The site wants you to find a way to spectate
cuz they’d rather listen to a blank cassette tape.
You can’t flow. It’s like you drank Kaopectate.
But dang yo! You’ve just been KO’ed: Checkmate!
