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#137,111 today
Peak #1,014
#4,538 in subgenre
Peak #49
Author
RC
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RC
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June 12, 2005
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Lyrics
Dapresik
I got no choice but to watch dapresik stand shook
Fuck a bike trick, I’ll do this with no hands look
I’m a warrior no guns I’ll hand you the truth
I got the prez’s identity so you know I am Bush
Two matches used up now I’m coming with a lighter
Like you ghost write for me you’re a dick writer
This biter freestyled but never seen a sick cipher
Only time we see a sik side is when you drop the diaper
I hear your name and I picture two dudes married
You and a dude larry tryna look cute nude, barely
I’m a homophobe so you know the two-two’s carried
Drag you out of Massachusetts and leave ya Shoes Burried
I seen ya pic, and kid I really laughed at that shit
So fuck drugs I just went thru a hysterical trip!
So throw the double U Down, aint getting the W now
Bored crowd at the circus act(yeah) ima trouble this clown
You bare lee nice like bruce inside a nudist crew
Puzzled about you’re color like a fucking rubics cube
Get a copywrite from DZK we hate gimmicks
so you’re getting no plan like a cell with pre paid minutes
Give the sense a new meaning with the screaming and yelling
And you suck, so why aint the demon inside rebelling?
My scripts create a punchline not allowing you to burn it
And you’re dumbass just got it like you’re drivers ed permit
Ill Wayz
I gotta lotta shit to say to straighten this match up
Pronounce ketchup wrong, only time this cats up
And these fags suck, jacking styles from eminem
So fuck the past and future, you aint beating me again
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You’re jobless, rap careers gotta stop next
Cuz you know I’m seeing Ill-E, Dawg I pop X
And it’s corny getting you’re boy to vote
Crying and bitching each time I gotta void a vote
Made 2 CD’s so we gotta know he dope kid
Blew the dust off his mic then he probably smoked it
I got the roach lit, and you better know why
2nd hand smoke you’re faith just to get your hopes high
Slice youre head with two swords, it aint medical force
But I got ill in the bag and it aint genital warts!
You got no punchlines and you cant cover it up
Make a hit off your cd, you gotta make the cover a blunt
And you’re sensitive, remember the last match we had?
Spitting punchlines, took it as the truth and got sad
And please dude, I’ll freeze you cuz you’re kind of cocky
I cant see you’re tough life growing up in Milwaukee
I’m taking ill out for real no matter the cost
Claiming dickride against hemi, face it you lost
I’ll have you jumped quick, like my cars battery died
And I aint talking cheerleading, I’m talking battery alright?
Zeyeon
Yo’ I leave herbs blazed, so whats the worst case?
I go dyslexic and actually see Z in first place
Oh this curse stays, cuz I’m always on top
For zeyeon to be read above it he’d need fred dursts face
I’m high as kite and I need someone to fly on
Put Eye in 1st place without unscrambling Z Eye On
And I’m sorry about incident with your broken hash pipe
You’ll have to bust it up on papers like your date last night
I get the last laugh right? Cuz shit Zeyeons a joke
Look at his face his cheeks are mixed in with his nose
Dudes a waste I beg of you to just lose you’re face
Cuz to see Z cumin ill he’d have to make Moves on WaYz
Prostitution jokes nah, cuz who would ever feel ya?
On the corner face up like shady poker dealers
Here I’m setting the stance, fuck the Old Navy Jeans
A trailor might fit but no way a bitch will get in your pants
He’ll date someone overweight without any hesitations
Bitches don’t know what cheek to kiss like gay situations
You’re face looks like its been shot at and Ja Rule stabbed it
Just drop the mug like caffeine addicts kicking the habit
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