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Mixed By Jr. 3 verse track with a hook. honestly, this is my illest solo.
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! - - 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..
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Peak #859
Peak in subgenre #347
Author
Happyface Killer
Rights
2006
Uploaded
February 15, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:57
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Motherfuckers wanna yell, theres a crook in the place your all scared i can tell by the look in your face you better stop dun or i make you catch a hot one aiming perfect when i'm blasting a shotgun fuck hoes in the butt, i dont give a fuck yall aint making no moves n you wont get a buck yo holmes, got with your girl a lil while back it's y your kid got facial hair n likes to rap we strike your back, we tight, your wack if you dont like this track, then come n fight me jack motherfucker,it aint like you might get smacked i hurt you dawg, dont care if your white or black homegirl was gangsta, i said i wont rob i asked her i could sell coke so she gave me a blowjob (Pause beat) hit your bitch, i rip your click, she lick my dick i split your wig, you quit to quick cause i spit to sick shits heavy like a crack truck im ready to fight wack fucks yall to phony, you get smacked up yall don't know me, you should back up what happened b, they aint really rapping g i'm so raw, they naming butcher shops after me rest of yall cheesy like a pizza slice i make your own people hate you like condeliza rice You know how i do, I ain't bowing to you n fuck 3 strikes duke, i'm only allowing you to never aging, i feel hate raging a bigger crook than lawyers n real estate agents i fight for honour, i dont battle for cream n i never cheat to win like the italian team Brawl with fucking daggers "gimme a ring on my phone, thats the only time you should call yourself a rapper" n you faggots dont know me i'm one to point a shotty to a girl if she wont blow me you a known phony, pass me the battery b cause i'm about to blast your whole damn family tree shits heavy like a crack truck im ready to fight wack fucks yall to phony, you get smacked up yall don't know me, you should back up fuck the law, we like a army reserve kill your fam, give yall what you fucking deserve every hour, equipped with lyrical power put holes in the heads of the criminal cowards grab a shank, give a good look to your ribs let's murder single momthers who took all of the kids a fucking madman, i kill psycho bitches? having a nervous breakdown like micheal richards i eat you rappers, you just eatible punk i'm fed up, becoming the incredible hulk we rob your dough n your cake, i know that you fake the dro got me baked, i throw you hoe in a lake fuck the dough that you make, i'm beinding n scaring ginos with a mind more evil than quentin tarantino i smack you around like i had ping pong skills start dictating your crew like i was kim jong ill i puff till my eyes are bleeding yall is killers till you wake up n realize you dreaming you crossed the line, you in the deep end coward come to t- dot, get pushed off the CN tower shits heavy like a crack truck im ready to fight wack fucks yall to phony, you get smacked up yall don't know me, you should back up
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