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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #17,076
Peak in subgenre #10,698
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
June 03, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Look, I don't know this cunt from jack
But he be up in our faces like geotrail on crack
I seen his audio site, and I won’t make no bones
Check out his photo, bitch looks like a bulimic grace jones!
or a bad police mugshot, man how he gonna diss us?
when he's wearing a sweater his mother bought him for christmas
in his interview he talks like somethings really gonna happen
but a rapper inspired by 50 cent needs slappin!
so i check his songs out, for my punches it helps
two dimensional idiot, he only talks about himself
one topic rapper, I’ve got more funk in my sneaker
so many ME,ME,ME,ME’s I thought his name was Beaker!
started rap in 97? more like last december
like an album guest appearance which you struggle to remember
like a neighbors cat who keeps on takin dumps in your yard
he's irritating, couldn't go gold if his name was credit card
He's from West Lafayette. if you can find that on the map
Once fucked a girl from Indiana but the sex was crap
Said she learned how to get busy from this guy named Teazy
Said the C was for Cheddar, cos he smelt real cheesy
Now he’s up on hip-hop central wastin all our time
In fact at every fuckin forum see his mangy rhymes
And his verses may be okay even if they aint deep
And his flow is pretty good but it still sends me to sleep
High pitched bitch, you’re still rough around the edges
Take his ass and smoke him like his ass was Benson and Hedges
Leave him flingin his rhymes around like a linebacker
this backpackers got the lyrical skill of a shelf stacker
Number 1 rule if you're dope and think ya gonna be great
You got to know your limits, work at shit and elevate
his shits incomplete like a turkey without stuffin
C-Teazy, face it kid...you simply ain't nothing
Now the tournament is finsihed, wants to prove a point
he's all excited and giggling like a kid with a joint
but his songs are plain average, theres no need to pretend
he couldn't even ghostwrite for an imaginary friend
plus his image is anonymous, he doesn't look cool
looks like the kinda dude that hangs around a primary school
He wants to be successful and become a star
He'll be the biggest thing to come out of his state since...errr
Now he wants to battle me and Barcs? Bitch you got some cheek
Cos we done pushin a battle track like every single week
He got skills but so do others, we can’t all get big
He'd end up seventh on the billin at his own fuckin gig!
Wack beat maker, verbal rape ya take ya rhymes and shake and bake ya
something kinda like a faker, the 'no pussy penetrator'
So Craig, ya momma wished you’d never been in her womb
In ten years you won't be signed you'll just be pushin a broom!
