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fuck i need a band for?
I'm gettin alot of plays...
no feedback though
HIT ME THE F**K UP!!!!!!!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #12,270
Peak in subgenre #7,370
Author
KoncentriK
Rights
2004
Uploaded
January 15, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I got skills bitch you wish you had some skills like me white mc firin heavily you better never be face to face with me When I start unloadin g it's every man for himself don't ya see turn around your whole crew done got ghost and that's a shame Cause now you're standin next to the most representative definitive superlative rapper
Readin you like a book chapter after boring chapter show this crowd tonight you ain't jack but a actor Back the fuck up offa me I'll get old girl to slap ya you ain't worth one of my swings Gimme ten dollars I'll let you swing from my dingaling you lil bitch ya fake made gangsta
You ain't shit but a old school imitator a prankster come to the AK frontin bitch And get your punk ass served by this danked out tanksta
Hook
This music's sick but ain't no need for no trippin cause it ain't shit for me to jump on stage and hand out lyrical whippins This mic that I'm grippin like a knife slicin and rippin shit that you cannot compete with don't sleep or slip on that mic slick Just suck my dick till it cool whips got a job for you bitches just plantin them two lips don't even know why faggots try It's useless it seems once I get ya on stage with me I'm stealin all your hopes and your dreams fuck your penny ante schemes Now go check ya girl's hips for the bruises I leave
Married to this game till death do us under BTC forever my homies never gotta wonder if I got they back they know it's locked They know I'll never stop till I get shot dropped like Biggie and Tupac then I'll be runnin game from the grave
Cause I got a vault full of tracks just waitin to get played But I'm right here right now alive and kickin makin tracks move with the verses that I'm flippin Run a freestyle battle then I'm dippin all you got to look forward to is slippin
Peeps comparin me to KFC I'm finger lickin what you wanna rap about now Color skills pills kills your crew i think that your through and I'm in the house to set the record straight you plus btc is comin out to equal a sealed fate
This verse goes out to two motherfuckers in specific they gone know what I'm spittin when they motherfuckin hear it Don't retire come get blasted I'm only just startin to rip on ya trick asses I dubbed Hip Replacement motherfuckers that's some wack shit if you planned for that to be your swan song i wish you'd rethink it Don't go out like some flava bitin faggots write somethin original come get all illmatic like you claim to be on your records This right here gone be called the scarlet letter the miggity mackie told ya to put your dick away because ya finger fucked her better I bet you couldn't hit the g spot with six extra inches and a stepladder I hope you gettin madder Mad enough to come and get this ratta tatta...tatta tatta motherfucker
