yo what up... its wordgames, a young mc out of Long Island...
Lyrics
I know this homo's slow, sayin that I'm worse on tracks?
you must be jokin joe... yous a fuckin circus act,
you walk wit four like minitours but trin is wrong,
said I'm sick before, now you isn't sure... you insecure,
I grip the cord and spit wit force to split yo jaw,
give it alittle thought, think before you frickin talk,
you piss me off, dog, you ain't ill at all,
I'll rip 'em more then any four minute song this prick'll spawn,
mad pressure…its time that I snapped,
joe, you know yo life's a joke, if you died I would laugh...
always ridin my dick, now you nicer? (you wish)
its suicide, might as well dive off the side of a bridge,
the sound of yo tempo got dudes poundin they mental,
I can let go a left though, leave this clown wit a red nose,
when this basterd post at the most it's laughs an jokes,
when it comes to rap we know that you jus an average joe...
