Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,110
Peak in subgenre #636
Author
B-Original
Rights
Original Recordings
Uploaded
January 28, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:55
Lyrics
A War God in Canada thats an ironic concidence/
Watch me beat him, like he was a percussion instrument/
Your demise is imminent you'll never make it pass me/
cause I'm not scared of War they don't have to draft me/
You rhymes had me laugh- ing cause your badly /
in need of a testosterone producing vaccine/
Dog come to your senses/
A War God?! you sound more like Xena the Warrior Princess/
I'll put an end to your existence and this rivalry/
War God is a false idol I'll crush mightily/
You better face facts/ I turn heads like grabbed faskmasks/
and slay cats, watch War raise flags/
And we all know the colour is white/ he'll attach it to the front of his mic/
And run right out of his Nikes/draft-dodger time for you to "ante up"/
War is scared to fight thats why he ran to Canada/
A War God is bred to make the streets run red/
You must be a Cold War cause I don't see no bloodshed/
so I guess we can say that your good at frontin'/
And War what is he good for nothing/
I heard you rhyme is sounds like you got/
Ben Stein's enzymes trapped in your insides/
Skip the stage you'll never get no crowd love/
and don't upload your audio its nothing to be proud of/
If I rhymed like you spit/ I would detach my lips/
Slip my tongue/ get the gun and choke on the clip/
I rip on foes/
Your raps get laughed at you got a sitcom flow/
Im a big dog and your miniscule/
I know these words don't hurt your used to be ridiculed/
I bet your prom date pitied you/ and ditch you/
the moment you stepped out of the rental you got into/
I'm sorry for what you went through/
but I see it happening you got so much going against you/
Your life is horrid sleep with the fishes find a short bridge and become a long shoreman/
My stock is soaring and yours is lower than the floorboards on a home in New Orleans/
Unless you want to get washed away by my storm winds/
skid daddle or you won't see the light of the morning/
I'm nice with mine you need to peep game/
You didn't have to go to Calgary to see flames/
I got a big ego/ that won't let me lose to an emo/
kid that thinks that he flows/
Your wack on wax kid someone needs to get drastic/
and cut of his internet access/ before I tap your I.P and backtrack it/
And approach your address/ and show you what real rap is/
