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Moc Five
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,823
Peak in subgenre #990
Author
Moc Five
Rights
Moc Five 2004
Uploaded
April 08, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
g unit - story tella
now its the abl, mar's out no doubt
unable to spit compete wit me and leave ur mouth wit a drought
puchin out, takin out mars bak to space
a dective wit files but still no case
im not his pace, i'll leave him behind seein my ass,
a garbage can mouth and still wouldnt talk trash,
spittin for a sec and ur lines are old
in the tub wit ice and a mic and still wouldnt rap cold
u can always spit words but cant spit me
u can always rip paper but cant rip me
u can always wreck a house but cant wreck me
u can always beat drums but u cant beat me
i dont care if u hott like the devil
u'll need a bunch of stairs and ladders juss to get on my level
mars, wah a mistake, get out,
im ready for my date girl im here to take u out
eminem - bodygaurd
now first off mars aint that close to passin,
like cheap gum how he aint that long lastin
tony the tiger, still wouldnt be great
chew him up and spit him up and still wouldnt elevate,
wah a joke, but its past april 1st
i already dug 6 feet and rented ur own hearse
cause im the killa, u the victim bout to die
wastin ur time joinin but, jada dont knoe why
now listen man u goin down u cant pick it
it aint a choice, tearin it up but still cant rip it
now look it, cant be done, aint number 1
mcgrady'd be ashamed to call u a mini me, son
u needa juss bak up, for u get jacked up
hands by my sides and u'd still get smacked up
the truth though, aint really wanna hurt this dude
but still aint enough of me comin at u
2 toxic - bring the heat
now check, a nike will do but heres mars
throwin punches at his dome so hes bound to see stars,
hes tryna get votes like hes some canadit
wouldnt get 1 (vote) if he ran for class president
hes a loser, a nerd, a geek, a turd
the only rapper wit a mega phone but still unheard
u can fight til the end, but its already over
vasaline on my hands and i still would hold ya
u can have huge hands but still wouldnt touch me
destroy my voice and u still wouldnt hush me,
u aint the best that ever held a mic
wearin spandex and still wouldnt be rap"in" tight
im the letters, the words, the sentence, the hurt
mars comin at me would juss make his life worse
so let him get a piece before he get the whole
hes wearin out like the bottom of shoes, soles
