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Lyrics
Ya names whack, someone tell OnUrb that
suits you tho, cuz I'ma lay you OnUrBack
God you're ass, fuck ya style n ya flow clown
wanna see Sun-shine? go visit his hometown
Ya crew Take shots, I'm lightin ya first
I'll knock you out the box, like bums fightin for turf
Dawg you're soft, get tossed a hot molotov
How ya name On, when ya flows always off
Go head claim the streets, bet this bitch will
when we all know Coral Springs is the richville
You hit the stage, n get a lotta laughter
hell ya user title even says that you Not a Rapper
This guys buried, don't even try fairy
you so monotone, what you rappin in the library?
you're a joke, the most awful of flow
you sound like Obie Trice...with a frog in his throat
Go head, run n talk bout my daughter now
But I'm in the Navy, so you know I got OnUr down
You served, my words leave you gone nerd
I'll prolly pop a piss test, the way I'm smokin OnHerb
[Acapella]
you Tryna avoid gettin destroyed kin
but you still comin up shorter than Earl Boykins
im tired of all yall liar dudes
you gettin thrown outta windows like bill gates fired you
this man sucks, Fans don't get they hands up,
flow so boring, he makes the Whisper Song sound amped up
