totally killed this kid, we was cool back in the days but he ran his mouth so i just shitted on his life, mixed by none other than Mad max(Masonic)
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
you fucking crossing lines, i'm fucking popping rhymes,
sean b or profit or whatever the fuck you call yourself
your going down sonny, oh yeah, this is gonna be pure murder man,
mic check lets gooooo
Hes a profit, always saying hes gonna pop shit
and rob shit but for real homie you better stop it
from profit to sean b, a wannabe who gonna be
running quickly if i catch walking in front of me
believes women want him, he dont got fucking charm
you you live in welland, thats a motherfucking farm
says he got shot in the arm at a club dance floor
you aint thug man,y you pull down your pants for?
you never got shot for real, you a clown prick
n the only place you act hood is up on soundclick
pass me a bat, i'm gonna break this hoes ribs
online all day beffing with ten year old kids
how can you even spit without a tooth in your mouth?
your ass sound like a straight up dude from the south
listen up profit, nobody like you you broke
n you still act black when you whiter than coke
a kid spending his life acting like a sinner
n lets say chelsea not a girl im taking to dinner
maybe she can lick my ass for a line of coke
then i'll throw her off a boat n watch her body float
i love guns, cops checking me for many
sean b you a hobo n you begging me for pennies
i heard they knocked your door n you cried in a corner
n then chelsea suck all those guys for a quarter
adil, one click, JR,n durden hit ya
n now happyface is the latest rapper to rip ya
you say life is hard, you never had a clue
n make up phony stories so we feel bad for you
i dont see a record deal for you n chelsea
got a studio, your flow still dont impress me
you should rest before a bullet hit your chest
i kill fake rappers, you knew thats my quest
i was your friend, i at least pretendented to care
n now you alone son, your only hope is a prayer
dont even make a track no ones gonna listen
to hear or know who this faggots even dissing
you got no maams, no plans no mans, no jams
sitting it in your booth all day jerking it to pam
dont test my patience or you be a dead man
you trick little girls to get naked on the web cam
nothing i say is a lie, no one paying this guy
n his girls is round n gives piece like a pie
you maybe got a fan or two but i deduct that
think you got a chance in the game? man fuck that
a slug in your chest will give you a bloody heart
profit you were number one on the country charts
drinking while confused, man this kids drunk
hes twenty five n he sound like a chipmunk
dont know what you conceling, dont know what you been seeing
but to me you a disgusting human being
you got me pissed, now i diss you like this
chelsea closing her eyes n i piss on her tits
weather its profit or sean b, i dont give a fuck
they both sound the same n they both really suck
getting drunk with your mom, you got no other friends
making solo tracks cause you got no other men
your ass need to learn that you cant stop me
you been rapping for years n your still off beat
id lose my rep if they saw you chill with me
n be like "yo happy, y you chilling with a hillbilly"
yo farmer boy, stop posing for pictures
n we all know that chelsea hoes your sister
you got a talent, its your lying strategy
n you dont fuck any girl outside the family
you seek attention, you'll even battle with the pope
your ass is broke, even your shawdow is a joke
now i aint so gentle, my flows so mental
you talk a lotta shit, its y you got no dentals
believes hes ill cause he look like eminem
shadys tough on the mic but you sound feminim
i only make one track n never reply again
you got no life, youll probably make nine or ten
if you want beef, come t dot scarborough
i'll burn you n step on you like a marlboro
really think you something? really think you fronting
i really think you nothing n you aint no gun king
i'm telling the truth, you can call me wrong
you rap fast cause we fast forward all your songs
now i aint that mean, i d
