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Peak #2,068
Peak in subgenre #150
Author
Oblivion
Uploaded
June 26, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:57
Lyrics
What kinda meathead shit is this bastard on?/
Renny ain't finished high unless hes passed tha bong/
Hes last and gone/ Got seven wins
Now hes looking for an eighth, its no wonder why he after Kron/
You ain't gettin it with that weak verse/
I leave more rappers on tha ground than Easter/
Ya whole steez worst/ You should take ya flow
To tha job center, seeing as it needs work/
Do your research/ You can come to tha net
Make a racket, but as a faggot you'll be served/
Thats what you deserve - no messin'/
I'll take Rennie out like i'm gettin indigestion/
Its obvious he tha whackest chump/
Put a hurdle on this herb so his ass is jumped/
This bastard punk/ Left tha forums
But like that E in Eminem, he back to front/
Its kinda funny how this gay guy on a beat/
Couldn't make me move if he stage dived onto me/
If you win this one duel, you might as well steal tha sun too
Both would be daylight robbery/
You ain't a great guy/ Confident because you beat Venom
Like you survived a snake bite?/
How you gonna break mine in this three way tie/
I ain't Shakespeare, you know i don't play, right?/
What kinda buzz ya gettin/
When ya raps like Peter Crouch for England, it does ya headin'/
You as bad as Kron. Kron/
It don't mean you be-real 'cos you named after a song/
What you doin with spittin?/
Damn, mate, you wanna see bars? Go view em in prison/
'Cos Krono ain't gettin through in this shit when/
I make sure tha finals lack Logik like stupid decisions/
You gonna lose 'cos you basically stink/
Kron ain't by this round unless he pay for my drinks/
No Klan type hatin but shit/
His lines old, his punchlines are as Agin' as him/
Who here doubts that i'm leaving this scrap/
In first place? Take a survey, and tally tha hands/
Listen man, you really are bad/ Flow shit
Punches are tha Pitts like Angelina and Brad/
When i diss you/ And spit them bars
I hit so hard that after, when i'm finished with you/
Denz will de-mod you, you outta tha jail
You'll lose ya net work like you ran outta signal/
A win is all in ya mind/ Call yaself Buc
But to me you look more like a dime/
You acting tough kid/ But when ya drew me
Ya face lost Koller like tha Czech Republic/
Mate, you fair game/ I got it won
Bucs in my pocket like spare change/ Never done
To win, you better sway/ For hate votes
You a flake, thats why i think you special K/
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