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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
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Mink-C
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Mink-C
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May 07, 2003
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Lyrics
Its the final motherfucker, fuck owned ya gettin used
dragged ya ass past the semis now you're battered and bruised
NinjaMic would have beat your ass if he showed up in round two
and I beat Flames, Khalil, Lionheart and now you
but at least they brought a battle, they put up a fight
whereas your tracks so weak, ya struggle to even call it 'aight'
Can't believe you're in the final, bitch please
In this tournament theres at least 15 better MCs
give your rhymes a 1 cent price tag, they won't be sold
I showed ya punches to my girl, she thought they're written by a 5 year old
while i bring the hard punches, pimp you like a mack
fuck spittin, i'm gonna cough up fuckin bile on this track
you've got an unbelievable flow, i can't believe its so bad
you're on my dick so fuckin much you need some cushioned knee pads
you're doomed just like a 100metre sprinter with a pacemaker
i've got more sick personals than that section in the paper
you're just a pretty boy rapper, lifes just unfair
suprised you find the time to battle between fixin your hair
been to ya website, seen the photos of ya friends and you
what a bunch of fuckin retards man, change ya fuckin crew
Or change the name of the site, yeah man thats better yet
www.uglymotherfuckers.net
Even in morristown you find your tracks are ripped
You let Samir take you out, and that kid ain't shit!
in a club i'd burn your crew just like a addict strikin matches
I can spot you and your boys cos of the rainbow badges
but this ain't gay pride weekend so get off the float
Don't wanna gloat but you think that shit you wrote would get one vote?
Well I hate to burst ya bubble but your bubble has burst
Ya must have known that you're a crab becase its barc reversed
but not like the kind you eat man, you're more like the other
y'know, the kind I saw the chemist for when I was done fuckin your mother
listen bill, you think you're good but you're soft like play-dough
i heard you piss your fuckin pants and still play with lego
call me yo stepdaddy, picture me comin home drunk
slap ya mom, fuck ya sis and beat ya ass ya little punk
just like a book with big writin, ya easy to read
so watch me smoke these MCs just like you smokin ya weed
get it over with quick, so you can work on your text
after this battle i'll be punchin the air and shouting 'whos next?'
