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Genre
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Peak #1,151
Peak in subgenre #647
Author
EYEKONZ MUSIC.
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EYEKONZ MUSIC
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November 19, 2005
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Lyrics
Trae Duce
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[Bloods up, Crips down, it's in his sig!!! check it....lmao]
man I ain't act'n, it's a fact that you be suck'n at rap//
this is canuck muthafucka, yea I sampled ya crap//
that what it is, shit, nothing compared to me sneeze'n//
I need a reason, some1 would even consider this kid an emcee//
n'please tell me.. how you plan'n on win'n this shit//
cuz I come above average like the women upon my dick//
you couldn't kick it on a beat, if you took some rap drugs//
I slap thugs passed the cheek, hands rap'd unda gloves//
I shoulda shrug, when I heard ya last battle, it was appaull'n to me//
they said go check out anotha section, and up ya quality//
but honestly,.. check out anotha hobbie, see cuz
you suck as an emcee, I use truth brutaly honesty//
your a liar, and like fire, I burn you with matches//
you couldn't make me rest in piece if you was sell'n me a matress//
you ain't even street, and if you was, I couldn't tell//
cuz you be'n a rapper, is like have'n 'Mellie' without the 'Mell'//
so what the hell, I can't hear, through all your distortion//
you should do, what ya mom shoulda done, and choose abortion///
abort, quick, times run'n out faster//
Canuck is sonn'n this punk-mutha-fuck, like I'm his fuck'n master//
your a puppet on a string, a product of how raps fucked up//
got ya straps tuck'd up, atrracted to be'n black'n act'n tough//
but what the fuck does have to do, with be'n an artist//
you couldn't get any props perform'n in front of a bunch of retarded//
deaf kids, gotta deathwish, you couldn't repent this//
even if you could afford to record, still nobody would get ya diss//
or disses, sorry if I missed some, and didn't go plural//
I'm addicted to diss'n and sonn'n someone till the feel like a girl//
you little bitch,.. drop ya mic, and bend the fuck ova//
you've been raped by Canuck so bad, you think it musta been Hova//
but Jay Z ain't seen the Capt. not canuck or Spalding//
as the devils reject, I chose to abuse you through scadling//
hot water, then maybe Trae Duce will get some hot flow//
cuz the way he produces his raps, he may as well not show//
I gots dough, bitches, and I can rap, you understand that?//
I'm live'n your fantasy Duce, I bet you can't stand that//
and I examind your rap, and what I found is//
to many kids are gullable and they be think'n they be sound'n//
luvable, like someone would actually spend money to listen//
but listen, you have no business, in this business, like bitches say//
in kitchens, stay the fuck outta my way Trae,...//
..how's it feel, Canuck just exposed the fact that you were flame'n gay//
it's sucks,.. eh, oh yea, I'm canadian too//
and what sucks is they all be love me, and they be hate'n you//
how's that for an oxy-moron//
I quadrouple, this kid in skill and still be kill'n the floor son//
the victory dance ain't somth'n Trae's seen before//
similar to other bitches other than tricks, skanks and whores//
like ya mom, n'from Eyekonz, we wish she gets well//
cuz she'll be support'n her son, untill his shits sells off the shelf//
and when that happens, fuck rap'n, I'll be play'n hockey in hell//
and at that time, you'll be score'n a Trae Duce in ya cell// 32 = Magic Johnson!
and thats aids, if you 2 fuck'n slow to get it//
but ya not, your a homo, man you fuck'n sweat 'm//
forget it, if this is what Tax has me match up with//
I"ma quit now, cuz he must want my stats, up quick//
