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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,399
Peak in subgenre #806
Author
Impulse
Rights
Crazy/Raw Production
Uploaded
February 25, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wasnt really wanting to do this, but i didnt wanna no showed so i half assed it and through alittle comedy reliefs in there also.
Lyrics
vs. The Don 2001
Ayo, don the no-show winner, lower ur skirt down /
bitch with the worse sound bout to hear the church bell /
no need to shake ya off, cuz i got plus plert now /
this bitch got it made, he can use his wack bars from the first round /
fuck a casket, im lowerin ya hurse down 6 feet under the earth /
eatin this kat so bad, my stomach hurts /
you and your scrubby verse, to the finals you stumbled through /
just cuz tongue twistikal posted ya name twice, doesnt mean u get a double you (w=win)
vs. Nyce Quota
ayo, nyce quota, i hate to tell ya this, but ya not nyce /
ya couldnt pop the hotness of the top if ya had hot lice /
you cant smoke me this round, fuck ya cant even smoke ya pot right /
and the cops lights, is your only source of spotlight, ya weak soldier /
ya an ugly bitch, you wont have a sunsday, even when the weeks over /
speakin of quota, i saw yur pic too, looks like ya livin the vida loca /
with that look alike dick in ya mouth, puttin ya hands up like ya want me to rip it out /
russian roulette is your only chance of winnin this round /
so i suggest ya like half the kats in round 1, to just sit this one out /
vs. Epic Soul
Ayo, epic soul ya get hit by the best of flows /
gotcha so nervous, ya heart poundin,so ya betta hope ya chest can hold /
hope ya learned ya lesson cuz every epic has a lesson told /
im outta ya limits like speedin in pedestrians zones /
this aint no wrestling show, there are no survivors when im hungry /
especially when epic is runnin arround actin like crocadile dundee /
facin me, ya life is on the line, like jumpin wit bungees /
ya so "not ill" and couldnt be off the wall if i named ya humpity dumpity /
vs. Conclusion
Ayo, there must be some confusuion, how did conclusion /
make it to finals without losin, oh he battled smoke vapor...that proves it /
i see right through ya like illusions, ima leave ya secluded /
from the rest, removing ya permantely from this tourny /
but now ya think ya big, but ya still one of the smallest outta the stars like new jersey /
ima burn ya to the third degree, scorchin ya epidermis surface /
when ya touch this live circuit and get furnished /
gotcha revisting the hospital service, got em thinkin "god damn, this kid got hurt again" /
vs. Drakkon
Ayo, drakkon i just heard of you, and i already hate you /
but dont feel bad, theres another 5 katz that relate to you /
cant even spell ya name right, if money's the problem, ill pay you to go back to gradeschool /
ya last audio said gay so much, i thought u were gay too /
i heard ya got a facial, from definative vision who got it all up in ya optiks /
sayin i cant rap, shit glance in the mirror an look whos talkin /
couldnt win this battle if ya hired johny cockron /
and to the looks of it, you aint got brains either even if i mistakened you as anthony hopkins /
betta start packin drakkon, make good use outta that station wagon /
u aint draggin, my dick be draggin, and ill be god damn if i lose to puffy the magic dragon /
vs. Foog
Ayo, how do u come up with these alias? they're so tastless /
your so fuccin outta my realm, your atomosphere is spacious /
hack ya pc and still ya famous aim list, wheres ya statue /
get it through your thick skull, no matter how hard u try ya not absolute /
i just laugh at you, on every audio tryin to act like you hard /
ya get plucked from the underground and ate like rubarb /
all your lines are fake like movie stars /
theres more then 2 foogs, and im still tryin to figure which foog you are /
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