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#116,493 today
Peak #1,061
#2,852 in subgenre
Peak #29
Author
Oblivion
Uploaded
July 10, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:57
Lyrics
I'd like to thank tha rap gods for what they sent to me
its tha final and i'm battling karl kennedy
i don't think this rap shit is for you
don't you think you'd be more suited to a digeridoo?
isn't that what ya fittin ta do?
make a track or two with a kangaroo and aborigine crew?
no i think i know why you are where you are kid
God put you outback with tha rest of tha garbage
you won't defeat me/ i ain't mean its hard
when i say winning this battle won't be EZ
tha voters need me/ i feel like an egg
how they all askin for me over EZ
so you won't score high/ even cokeheads
turn they nose up in disgust at your lines
you ain't ill yo/ i know your sound
you couldn't hold this down if i handed you a pillow
i'm a make this dude cry
he'll get beat-'n' left right-'n' center like a dart in a bullseye
i ain't even gon' try
i call this battle 3.14 - its easy as pi
i ain't fathered by this kid
i couldn't be nicks-son if my name was president richard
in fact i'm a flip this/ i'll play ya
so when i son-nick, i'm a call you SEGA
in fact i'm a torture this dipshit
no game, and force feed him cocaine just to see him shit bricks
you better quit nick
tha voters could swear we were dating, tha way i'm taking out this bitch
you ain't fit enough to try my crown
i'm a go for tha jugular, and this guys a clown
they ain't bumping ya set/ why?
this guy must think hes fly - hes stuck on tha web
quit man, ya stink in ya tapes
and you ain't got shit on lock, so why you think that you safe?
you get served again/ buried under a pub
you inn over your head like dirty den
you so average/ this broad couldn't
make noise on tha board if his name was rolf harris
yeah, blah, blah, i guess you quite good kid
still this is a walkover like a footbridge
i know about ya intro, me drunk talking simple
thats shady, you sposed to be my kinfolk
but nah i guess that he feel/ this bitch need insurance
he shoulda tried sheilas wheels
not to mention that tha crowd despise you
and wouldn't wave hands if they thought they recognised you
oh, ain't you called Emulate as well?
Hell, i'm a finish before Em like L
this is all i'm a say
i call your career 24 hours, you should call it a day
i ain't gonna lie punk
on ya tracks, you know ya pants, mate, so Y front?
he need to switch up his flow
'cos every song sound tha same as tha eight hundred befo' like
"i'm whack as a bitch, i ain't a dope emcee
i know in my heart that nobody'll vote for me"
whatever this fuck write he suck right?
he just might bite tha dust like a dust mite
We don't feel you/ nobody could find an EZ song
looking through my Windows like a peeping tom
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