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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,570
Peak in subgenre #1,284
Author
King Fly Tha Urban Cza
Rights
Canadian Storm Inc.
Uploaded
April 14, 2007
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:55
Lyrics
if i ever crash ya border, leave ya with a brain disorder/
you fell in love with a voice is she russian mail order/
dont bat a lash im too raw & you cant fuckin stop me/
wear a patch ill be the law and beat you down like rodney/
the only justice in this Street is when you finally admit defeat/
you couldnt beat me in this beef even rollin thru 6 men deep/
you threw a couple weak jabs now imma merc you with my punches/
imma be that Cereal killa and nickname you Honey Bunches/
if you had to rap for food you'd be one starvin' ass dude/
cuz your rhymes are elementary like you stole from blues clues/
you know im gonna eat it fresh, dont stress you're gonna love it/
the only time you ever serve is making food for the public/
i know ya visually impared which one the left or the right/
yo dudes got me facin handicaps that aint right/
i heard ya took special ed so this is something like a sin/
cuz your still a fuckin retard even if ya fucking win/
i really hope for your sake bitchin aint a family trait/
don't cry a river like justin be a man and face ya fate/
my words will ice ya like a cake my flow will freeze ya like a lake/
your somethnig like an appetizer similar to crab cake/
make this a battle of the manhood then ya loosing real quick/
the judge would look at you and say "this man has no dick"/
i forgot more about rap than you will see in a lifetime/
you better phone a friend cuz you need a fucking lifeline/
your whole crew is fucking wack, infact a Bunch Of Stupid Shits/
i'll blow a whole thru ya back, i attack dim witted twits/
just a bunch of idiots thats why i tell ya whole Cliq to fuck off/
some Brokeback bitches soulows always sucking apoc off/
im like the exterminator one drop from me you and ya poisined/
this just not ya day so chalk it up to Troy's win/
rub the head i'll grant a wish but dont make it about ya rhyme/
cuz they so fuckin dull even I can't make em shine/
just another fake thug on the net to put in check/
this blind guy lost to fly, man what did y'all expect/
he wrote a check he couldnt cash with his mouth he's runnin fast/
now he's taking his last gasp and i get the last laugh/ [[2x]]
i see your looking past like you in the next round/
but you just came up last now how stupid do you sound/
you can't emulate my voice and im keeping top spot/
theres no feeding in this battle why'd you mention mr. spock/
cuz you fed from my battle like it had titties fulla milk/
is that why you told me do it subconcious filled with guilt/
the only way your gonna win is thru dq'd or no show/
but im here i beat ya ass gimme Tirant or soulow//
