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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #763
Peak in subgenre #13
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE AKA Rip Tearer
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
November 18, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:08
Story behind the song
It's just a warning shot.
Lyrics
I heard some sucka had some shit to say about ya boy-Rip/
Betta kill that noise-quick, or you'll get ya boys-hit/
Cuz Rip destroys-clicks, my spits tick like time-bombs/
Explosions in ya ear leave ya deaf and make ya rhymes-stop/
All my lines-hot.. I set fire to any-beat/
These bustas actin like they comin strong but they plenty-week/
How many-geeks must I run thru before they recognize/
That they jeopordize their own careers when they step-to-mine?/
It's lesson-time I'm wreckin-lines who's next-to-try the Tearerist?/
If you dare-to-spit, get showed up quick compared-to-this/
Shit, how many fairy-kids that barely-twist their vocab../
Wanna get blown-back? Snapped & smacked with their domes-cracked/
Fix ya flows-fag, before you try to critique-mine/
I beast-rhymes, you just another kid wit some weak-lines/
Disregard your peace-signs if you tryna make-ammends/
These suckas packin estrogen, like my lady-friends/
What I'm sayin-then is take-offense to what I spit-about-ya/
Talkin shit about my tracks son, ya lucky I don't live-around-ya/
Rip's murderous, his tracks'-causin-turbulance/
Never lose a battle bitch.. I've mastered-the-torunaments/
Cause disaster-when-churnin-spits.. The shit-is-ridiculous/
You get Ripped-when-I-flip-the-scripts, gettin viscious-to-get-the-chips/
Get hit-with-a-pistol-grip, bitch I'm on-THE-attack/
This shit's like train suicides the way I body-the-tracks/
Go kamikaze-with-raps, they can't stop-me-in-fact../
They can't see-me so these pee-wees wanna copy-a-champ/
..Don't try to mimmick me I'll blow ya fuckin chest-into-portions/
The number one killer of kids.. right next-to-abortions/
With my weapon-assortment, bitch you less-than-important/
And a beef with me will easily put a dent-in-ya-fortune/
I'll flip my fuckin lid if these kids-start-to-push-me/
Cuz they just like my dick.. only get-hard-wit-pussies/
I'm known for poppin-lip and I don't mean talkin-shit/
I mean bustin lips up when I liff up and sock-a-bitch/
While you jockin-dicks I cock-the-grip and start coppin-chips/
Drunk off-a-fifth with proper-spits, You get stuck with shots-of-this../
Verbal Monsta's-twist, get lost-in-scripts cuz Rip-is-a-Tearerist/
No spits-will-compare-to-this, my shit hits-like-a-pair-of-fists/
These motherfuckers talkin shit.. I take it personal/
Then get to regulatin a bitch's flows.. like birth-control/
Steppin to me's suicide, slit ya wrist-&-be-thru-with-it/
These suckas hatin but Rip's on their list-of-influences/
I'm rippin-straight-thru-you-kids.. so you gonna think-twice/
Before you start beef-right? It's apparent my speach-nice/
& these-rhymes I heat-mine because they just-so-cold/
You lost the knob of opportunity, I shut-those-doors/
Don't make me cause ya fam grief & make em mourn-the-loss/
This shit is just a little taste, you can call it warning-shots/
