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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #984
Peak in subgenre #166
Author
Dormi
Rights
Rydaz
Uploaded
June 17, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.5 MB • 103 kbps • 1:59
Lyrics
eh yaw this kid gon teach us,
but like the world this tourn dont have time for jesus,
believe this, this mudda fucka preachs shit,
u winnin got it backwords like a breech kid,
ima beast bitch thats why ima fly through,
ur fans like Peter they all gona deny you,
wait wat u aint gonna sell man,
how the fuck u Jesus atleast he had twelve fans,
u got none all ur wealths shams,
ring the bell man Jesus is going down to hell damn,
blast the shells bam, call me the rudest,
i knock u out for the cash guess u can call me judas,
im the crudest u a slave for hits,
i dont see Jesus in this battle like im athiest,
and i be makin hits, and u be taken whips,
like Jesus do cuz we all no that he faken it,
we be breakin him, never get some plays,
he gets eaten up by me every sunday,
i aint done k, my punches double you,
only thing Jesus has crossed is fingers for a W,
aint gon happen i rumble through to round 2,
im leavin is the only time ur tracks make me bounce dude,
i bet ur tracks aint rap u just talk shit,
Jesus is here but he didnt make profit,
so stop it rap is not ur fortay,
creatin tracks u should just drop by the fourth day,
and its like war play u say u blasten me,
u think ud learn by ur mistakes no blasphemy,
a wack MC, but u tremble wit hate,
i murdered Jesus so he really at the heavonly gates,
ur irate but this duke is missing,
this diss put more suffer on then ya crucifiction,
and ur prize is off, mind is soft,
did it once but now u aint Rise Above All
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