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just an emcee/wack beat maker
Song Info
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Charts
#134,457 today
Peak #1,265
#61,129 in subgenre
Peak #65
Author
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Uploaded
January 25, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:21
Story behind the song
taxi driver
Lyrics
(verse 1)
bill laugh at me,not tech savvy against machines i rage/
wearing a more tragic face than animals in nicholas cage/
when stupid people teach people of their kind how to bake/
its hard to grab a piece of pie when its just a "just a piece of cake"/
pillows wack,an insommniac who's grateful if he faint/
who orders tea in a midst of starfucked ppl embracing caffein/
blunt like james,dont possess any gear(gere) unlike richard/
a 5 minute online test prove im wack in life period/
could come out with a million pranks that hurt like a billion tanks/
but watch a thousand heist movies and still queue in the bank/
how can i be diabetic when life is still bitter/
couldnt pick your daughter up from school but ask my nose im still a picker/
i feel cheated when my nose are real trickers/
the girls in my issue of maxim are wearing clothes of winter/
my life's main action is not brain rackin but brain wreckin/
not a dope emcee thought but working rhymes good with slackin/
learning sign language,got my hearing aid hung/
ear drums get the rhythm from boss with chester bennington lungs/
and why my ears are like edison's ones/
is because im way too nosey like elephant trunks/
bought a pair of great slippers was too happy to think/
wore them to work but the jerk made my budget shoestring/
tolerane hatched from my skull,to relieve stress i started to sing/
i switched styles, vinnie jones look, no intention to blink/
while my boss later-gone eyes started to chink/
when i tom-cruised his couch and took his cup of ginseng tea to drink/
(verse 2)
even when i rap little,i rap lethal/
take baseball bat to pro bat bad people/
i stare at girls,girls get hysterical/
then they stare with burning passion cos their eyes offended my aerosol/
i dont car if i meet an ex-con in a room with aircon/
he'll get bumped by an ex bum who pack bombs/
and thats me,alive and exclusive,entertain queues of rescuers/
but not confusious,so they end up like my computers/
i chopped down a tree to proved i turn over a new leaf/
rob you and your newbie accomplice that you steal with/
get slapped,i still got the cheek to talk to nice chicks/
athlete's foot,get the kick of kickin people with nice kicks/
im a hitman and hitmen are what i hit/
total badass have to squat when i shit/
1st impressions of me,nostalgia and you so shocked/
my aviator shades,military jacket and a mohawk/
a late bloomer,i adopted a pasttime i should had,throw rocks/
and the targets,rats that smell like my old socks/
you a butt of a joke that kick ass,i destroy you and the latter/
and then i laugh monotonous,but the glass still shatter/
its quite hectic today but tommorow will be better/
cos the scum off the street i cleared due to the rainy weather/
i want to be a better person,not a 100 percent bastard/
so i "bury" a line of villains whose 1st or last name is "hatchet"/
if i had an iron fist,i wont rule or corrupt but punch/
so i could make a generation of backstabbers hunch/
