Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #682
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Brandon Heat...
Rights
ShoutitOut Records 2007
Uploaded
September 15, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:44
Lyrics
here's the lyrics... what up RB... what up my nicca Rizz... Siq... Lowd... all the AI cats... Bella Sum... holla... tittay balls
Don't you wish Stryk was high as his image, I mean the minute he drops
Heat's pushin his gimmick of a mountain the size of a midget, dog…
no choice… he's feeds bux grapes,
making out with him... is the only time this punk is raisin his voice straight... (I'm coooooooooooomin..!)
plus he's comin hard as fuck this week though
n' I aint gone die… from eatin Styk9… since it was a weak dose…
won't mention ya loss… that’s a grudge that men hold,
cause you spit it wack as fuck… n' it was 10fold…
you lost in the game soldier, n' I'm punchin ya lights out
n baseballs OVER… after 10 took allllllllllll the Strikes out…
b… you not a crook… the whole board is feelin me,
only nice dude in the Yukon… drove the sport utility…
ya punch more repeated, this punks a comic reader,
heros need crews to win… stupid joined the foreign legion…
of doom… maybe I'm crazy, I assumed,
with all the style bitin n' moanin lately… you were havin 10's baby…
duke… are you retarded, doin shows with a troop,
wheres the stage? on the fuckin broad side of a moose..?
stop rappin, told you for years kid,
how you gon make it in music… it aint happenin in the league that you're in…
the truth, grab my belt,
Stryk was the IT Guy… now you can't even keep IT real with yaself…
raps' a US game… this chumps an outsider,
but you are one sic phuq… n' so is ya ghostwriter…
I'm respected, even drunk I know my place
but he's so far past the line I think this prick'll get arrested…
this fella is all gassed, next week is no pass,
Stryk thought he was sick… till the bug crawled out of his ass…
dude who's chest hurt, herbed with ya next verse
so many people eat 9… seems you rhyme for food network…
why'd this kid show up, broke ass covers, no bux,
even ya name's not clever word play… but he just loves 10 so much…
what..? it's a damn shame, this man's pain,
currently… is writin a verse with bars the same number as his age range…
kids there no discussion... you just aint got it cousin,
fuck aint even a lil sick... I'll kill you with rubitussin...
shit why not just heat em up, right before I beat em up,
I'll go 38 lines… cause all 9 punches are weak as fuck…
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