Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,225
Peak in subgenre #94
Author
Sianide
Rights
Sianide
Uploaded
September 15, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:35
Lyrics
i'll make this chump cry, cuz its hard bein a tough guy...
when you love guys and eat dick up like its lunch time
you like the the king of text , winnin w/ them punk rhymes
man, but on a mic, you sound like p-diddy wit punch lines
this fucks high, how u 5 n O with wack raps?
you only beat the mime because he wrote his shit so half assed
n outside of that cat, you aint beatin no one
matta fact, half ya wins are from people that didnt show up
just hold up, ima guy your neva gonna beat
you used to duck me so much, you grew feathers n a beak
round the same time i ran a crew that ripped your future thugs
there's no question who's above, u stupid fuck, this rhyme is proof enough
i'll smoke u like a human blunt, im just stayin honest
i'll break in that champ spot quicka then david blain wit lockpix
ya plain retarded, you prolly play w/ hard dick
your the only emcee in this league thats gotta make up artist
you so busy tryina be pretty so much he neva learned to spit
so im a murda this faggit in less time then you can burn a spliff
my words el make it heard that i aint concerned w/ him
i aint even have to digest his rhyme for it to turn to shit
this cats agressive, but his raps aint that impressive
w/ his pre-pubesent voice that a sounds so adelesant
you got presence like a homeless christmas when you on a mic
i own rizz like i bought a wu tang beat wit copywrites
its distasterous, ima give this rappa the shits
you should go flow against pro n have a battle of the lips
cuz ya both swollen, you shoulda known that ima smash you
when im the reason you tried to sign out right before this battle
n we affiliates, but yo, you just an idiot
you aint comin close, nope, not even a little bit
n iont undastand why this sites on philly's dick
but ima kill his fan club like mike jackson afta the kiddy shit
mista illadelf, i know you grippin the belt
n man you think you jesus christ, so im givin you hell
n you aint flippin this well, i'll have you you killin ya self
i'll leave philly a shell n cracked like the liberty bell
