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My band consists of a beat, microphone, marijuana and thoughts.
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Peak #1,797
Peak in subgenre #137
Author
Menace
Rights
Menace
Uploaded
May 22, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:46
Lyrics
i keep somethin up my sleeve i got tricks for days
about ta raise while props low like minimum wage
he never - been in a cage with tha venemous ways
i spray - rip prop like denim thats frayed
its - dennis tha menace not ta mention its played
and this shits simple like fishin with missle grenades -
i'll straight - get in ya face say "make my day!" (gunshot!)
cause once tha "shoots" over props - get takin away
an when push comes ta shove im punchin you dawg
you aint foolin shit like strippers stuffin they bra -
you can wish upon stars an you can shoot for tha moon -
but "props" can be erased like animated cartoons
propaganda - i believe facts not fiction
you big headed bastard - ya hats aint fittin
and ya raps aint hittin - that crap aint writtin
i come up with better drops while im sittin an shittin -
props'll probaly fall when tha wind blows -
an im a gust of it (huh) i beat ya with an intro -
you got sick tones? i got polyphonic flip phones
an its known... youd be alone with no windows -
quit bro! - we sick of hearing dzks flow
trick ho, you showin me pussy like a strip poll
an im a nympho, i leave you with six holes
feelin hard around me cause he felt his dick grow -
i toat thick loaves yo! your doe is thin
kids just pissed cause in pics hes gotta hold it in
an gotta suck in his stomach - fuck you punk -
this aint a championship cause you is nothin much
whose you bluffin chump - you such a cunt -
how you buckin up dawg you cant crush a cup -
im losin my cool and when ive gone bizerk
you'll vanish quicker than rims at a rap concert -
when i wrestle.. i fold "prop" like steal chairs
you still there? i thought you left when we dont care
if your so hollow minded how are you tha hardest
you stay on tha net like bad trapeze artists -
an i love how tha predictin you! on tha dick of you!
i get it dude (hah!) that means... your screwed...
your brain storm sessions like some bubble baths
fuck ya raps - im like a bouncer at a gay bar how all i fight is fags
so dont bite me back i dont wanna disease
an when ya done with tha mic disinfect it please
geez! tha only brick you seen was government cheese
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i aint one ta brag or boast but this fag is toast
and your scared as fuck like my flow had a ghost
its almost guranteed - youll be on tha ground -
cause they say - what goes up must come down -
we've heard your two cents - bd left you pennyless -
soundin like ya vocals coming straight from a mini-disc (dzk)
an i know the prop lines been dropped in tha past
but ill still say you break easy like prop glass -
pick up my raps cat' - drop a hot track
aint seein fx like they cancelled comcast -
an this mans retarted.. how you got it hands down
when its 2 pm, your fans are in school now -
fuck propaganda, dont push ya beliefs on me -
cause you say your ill i only believe what i see -
i dont need props or daps you can drop tha act -
if you say i cant strike you than your not a match -
i got this cat squentin... like some high ass asians -
besides we dont need props like radio stations -
work on your diction stop workin on dicks -
riding disc(dzk) so hard tha cd's begginin ta skip -
this cats a bitch thats why im hurtin him more -
bout ta pop prop open like maternity wards
they predictin you winnin but these kids dont know.
this flames retardent he blows nothin but smoke -
keep hoping i choke but when im gaspin for breathe -
itll be from shock for how im causin your death (chainsaw)
i never pause for a breathe im raw as sushi
newbie - your about as hard as fat ladies boobies
i make movies with you as tha plot line -
it aint worth 2 cents so here take mine....
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