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homies trav an matt think it would be funny to diss me, well go ahead and try...dubs attic on beat
alternative rock hiphop rap
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PreviouslyFC, now to be known as the new Angel of music, Now R.I.P. the fallen angel of music. Forever sorry to my wife, and my wife.
Just havin fun, music soothes the soul...best way to get emotion out...music stole my soul.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #2,142
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
mem
Rights
mem
Uploaded
January 02, 2007
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MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:24
Lyrics
and trav what the deal man, ya balls made of steel son? step to a real man and yet your like charlie browns re-run? snappin wits in a stand off, ya lips and ya hand off so u cant spit or write you prolly sit in a stand off im gandolf your the lord of these nuts, so speak up yea i came with a bat dont turn the other cheek up hopin to be fucked, faggot dont open your hole you still smokin my pole im still ropin the beef up sit down for you fall my words are ammunition think u can acutally rip me, u heard my shit cant u listen? i stand when pissin, you sit like a bitch man i wont get on ya nutz but them warts and that itch can time to switch hands, leave u ripped when i sleep tounge tied and quiet or is that my dick in ya cheek come try an fight it, cuz i have scripted the heat skinny ass punk u struggle liftin my meat ayo big matt, you wanna diss i can dig that try an keep ya attention i brought some fries and a big mac just sit back, how many chicks did you stick dog? i could fuck more than you with no legs and my dick soft im the shit ya'll just some homos fake ass roomies soon as i left know trav was suckin them gay boobies gave ya bitch ass 3 free shots to my chest punch like a girl not even shockin my breath please dun, you couldnt battle a fake homie and you verses me like MS Paint verse adobe shinobe throwin stars in a lyrical fashion you got a big mouth but live in fear of the action clearly ya fag and you got a torn ass to match i see through u bitch like u was form out of glass born out the ass so its no wonder u shit fool and u eat ass s0 much its no wonder u spit stool hey yo TAG, we all know u a fag we all no you love my cock when its locked in ya ass we know u wanna diss against this but i blast ya so be ready for the beef when u dissin the masta and mathew you fuckin speak and a smash ya u tryin a wolf yet your a sheep in a pasture only thing u engulf is what ya eat, you want beef? u aint crushin a damn thing, cept maybe ya seat like im crushin a can smash u cats with my feet my cd while drivin only way u ridin a beat you see me str8 mackin an then im tappin a bitch i see u wait faggots and then u jackin ya dicks
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