Free download
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,508
Peak in subgenre #44
Rights
Pentagon's Lair
Uploaded
March 31, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i'm leavin this beat to attest, it'll attest to ya death
when i step into ya chest and then i kick out ya breath
i'll stick my hands through ya neck an pop 'em right outcha mouth
an split ya puffy lips like every time that hova shouts
i ain't the jigga to doubt, i got the figgas an clout
to buy up section eights an throw you outta ya house
'cos this is my land, not yours, i'm willin to bout
but fuck the fisticuffs, ya blows'll reign like a drought
now let's get serious, i'm feelin this, i'm ready to blow
that's my load, not that round you lost forever ago
we did this once, we did this twice, mothafucker you're shady
and since you need a third time i guess that makes you a lady
aunt jemima ass faggot, eatin too many grits
from the lips to the hips, even chubby black tits
take a picture, it'll last, but ya battle streak won't
unless you count the brown one...
(that ain't even a joke)
bitch i'm takin ya smile, every tooth thru the roof
so when i stab ya in the face there'll be no visible proof
'cos he's blacker than coal, i mean he's blacker than black
so it's no wonder that he jumps when i 'pick up the slack'
but i won't do you like that, i'll skip the noose an the branch
an just eviscerate your organs, have ya hang from ya glands
ya fam'll give me a hand, i'll have 'em tie every strand
til ya vocal chords are tighter than even klansmen had planned
damn..
you're just a fat little nothin
like a midget wearin swimmies an i ain't even frontin
i mean a thanksgivin turkey spent too long in the oven
but i'm a hungry ass cat an i'm a still eat the stuffing
can you vision my precision when i hack an i flay you
does the image of my visage both crack an betray you
'cos i'm back to filet dude, slice and sautee duke
it's a family bbq and his brain is the strained stew
sick of the pictures, well we're blinded from yours
i seen better composition in a hooker's decor
abdullah's focus is off, like when he spits on a mic
just because the thing is on doesn't mean you can rhyme..
are you stupid online? or is reality harmed?
i said to up his pen skills, now he works on a farm..
abdul's an ignorant, belligerent, stubborn ass bitch..
i mean when i pull his card he swears i'm turnin a trick.
no child left behind? they shoulda made an exception..
'cos with rhymes as wack as his even the adults need attention..
now i'm done wit this lesson, an so ya never forget it
ivan drago kills apollo every time that he tests him..
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
