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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #23
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Unfidelz
Rights
2005
Uploaded
July 19, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.7 MB • 192 kbps • 5:38
Story behind the song
5/05
Lost Cause and Damien Streetz, aka Mouf, aka Eastwood, aka Who Knows WTF Else, thought we dissed them (subliminally, lol) with "Run Away," so they cried for like a minute on a distorted beat and called it a diss track to us. It's funny cuz we've been down with em for a minute now, but all of a sudden they got all whiney on us. We're not sure why though cuz we're too busy to pay attention to these trivial things. Whatever, it's all Geezus.
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Relapz]
Thought I dissed you subliminally
I'm about to attack you criminally
Sinfully and simply
Leave you in some misery
Mention me in your rhymes
I'll punish you for your crimes
It's a capitol offense
The punishment is death
And what you bitches talkin about
I ain't never seen a gun
When the only piece you squeezed
Is when you played some Duck Hunt
The Unfidelz dropped a track
And it must have struck a chord
That wasn't the intent
But you faggots declared a war
You homos had a slumber party
Making plans to retaliate
It's too bad you're full of envy
All it leads to is blind hate
But the mistake's been made
And I've come to annihilate
A couple flaming faggots
Talkin about they full of hate
Eastwood, Mouf,
Or Damien Streetz
No matter what you call yourself
You'll always be weak, kid
You'll never be wicked
So don't even try
I'll put a four five hollow tip
Right through your eye
[hook - Relapz]
I pull the plug on Terri Schiavo cuz you bitches are wack
You try to face the Unfidelz, you aint never comin back
There's nowhere you can run, you shoulda remained silent
Now you'll see what it's like to try to wrestle with a giant
I pull the plug on Terri Schiavo cuz you bitches are wack
You try to face the Unfidelz, you aint never comin back
There's nowhere you can run, you shoulda remained silent
Now you'll see what it's like to feel the wrath of a tyrant
[verse 2 - Biazed]
Yo, I heard ya diss track, "Money," damn, sonny
Shit got me laughin cuz you all are pretty funny
But I don't mean ya lines, cuz who knows what you were tryin to say
Cry on the track cuz Relapz aint gay for you homos
You sit in your crib, suckin each other's dicks
You think that you can spit, well, then I guess it fits
Cuz you all are spittin giz, or perhaps you both swallow
You say you pop hollow points, but your points are just hollow
Your rhymes are all weak, like a jab for a punchline
I've listened like three times, and I still don't hear a punchline
Oh, and by the way, chump, nice hook
I've heard doper rhymes from a Dr. Seuss book
And yo, it's called flow, ya "assholes"
And I don't mean the crap flows that are comin outta ya "assholes"
Or even the "assholes" that cum in ya "assholes"
I mean you couldn't rap to save your own "assholes"
[hook]
[Verse 3 - Relapz]
Drop One, Drop Two
Nah, I'll drop all you li'l pussies
When I listened to your diss
You was actin all mushie
And it wouldn't really surprise me
If you wore a miniskirt
So you tried to make a diss
Guess y'all got your feelings hurt
And I don't know what to say, man
It's not my fault you're a bitch
You got a job suckin' dick
Now you're actin like you're rich
But when it goes away, What?
You'll slit your wrists?
Go back to writing poems
And yo, answer this
Who's the one that rescued you
When you were in Michigan trapped
And who'd you come cryin to
When you needed someone to watch your back?
But those days are over, man
That's all in the past
I'll leave you lyin in a wreck
Like all them cars that you crashed
Now you roll with a BrainDead "Army"
Bring some war to my door
But I'll be the one laughin
When you gettin beat on the floor
Frog Stomp to your face
Shatter your glass jaw
Have your blood drippin out
Yo, what you cryin for?
[hook]
[verse 4 - Biazed]
You fags are gettin laughed out the cipher
You do so much shit talkin that your ass is wearin diapers
I'm the pied piper of rhymes, every time that I spit
You bitches flock to my lines like fish caught on fishin lines
You stickin to my rhymes, what you say about smackin someone
behind their back? Are y'all smokin crack or are you
just in love with cracks? I'm glad I aint on your level cuz I'm
too good a christian to ever meet the devil
You call yourself an army, shit, I guess nobody told ya
I was in for five years, bitches, who's the real soldier?
What you know about gettin shot at? Play
