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Vs Alphabetz (streetbox.net round 1)
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Peak #2,762
Peak in subgenre #1,493
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July 03, 2003
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Ayo i rip this fool, taking alphabet to school like kindaguarden teachers/ I reach ya, jump out of speakers to beat ya/ I take you down quick like an aids patient getting head from a bitch with a fever, both receivers/ ya style is played out like pimps playing ball/ I can tell you wack- straight- off- the -bat like baseball/ And your fake dawg, your not on my level/ Youll never see me like you where Ray charles, your "insights" are terrible/ (Ray Charles is blind for you ignorant peeps out there) Im wrecking you, leaving you scarred like war vets in vietnam/ Giving you nightmares, you rush to your mirror in the middle of the night, but im standing right there/ Your scared, im choking air out your lungz, once im done, its an affaire with your mom/ Bustin cum on her gums its all fun/ I take you out in round one like Russian roullette with all the bullets in the gun/ In the ring against me you cant hold your weight like big pun/ So step aside, let it slide, better yet run and hide/ Cuz i expose faggets to the streets like gay pride parades/ Move out the way, im about to spray, words that make you mind decay/ But hey, back to the topic, this guys gay, sticking dick in his soup is the only way you getting word play/ You fucking mermaid, you couldnt come hard even if you had sperm -aid/ Only people feeling yo style is pedophiles, homosexuals and crossdressers/ You cant win against me, your washed away like the mobs crime records/ I threaten alphabet like an illeterate terrorist/ Your pressence wont convice a crowd, even with subliminal messages/ Your just too feminine, your voice make you sound maadd pussy like your lines are filled with estrogen/ (estrogen is a female hormone) You got merked but im still rippin through your skeleton, beat down and battered/ When i first heard you i was filled with laughter/ I wanted to battle, but they put me up against Stever Erkell from familly matters/ Your like a drunken schoolgirl, im taking advantage/ So i back hand slap you, attack you, harass you till its a wrap/ Like pyromaniacs filling their car, you should of stayed away from this match/ (Match , gas station, get it?)
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