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Genre
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Peak #2,272
Peak in subgenre #1,163
Rights
ya
Uploaded
October 28, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:08
Lyrics
birdies got that fowl talk time to put his neck in line
straight yopin 'im up, man, I noticed ya bluff
birdies barely wingin it on a hopeless gust
lame pretender, with flames I'ma end your rise
I'd throw some salt on your game
but I ain't trying to melt ice
I needa trophy, so birdy's gettin stuffed son
after I bring the lazer to your beak
like a game of duck hunt
birdies rhymes are designed like his putrid loins
faggots lines are on point like his eunuchs groin
man, I damage queers, sling punchs devestatin
rock birdy out the hemisphere like winter migration
expectations, birdy's three years my senior
but the extra experience doesn't show in your demeanor
man, I'm meaner, still wonderin what your talkin fer
watch me expose the picture like a bad photographer
so here it is man, I've got the rap answer
birdy's on the grind.. cause he's a fuckin lap dancer
I ain't talkin dap or cash
when I'm throwin him five
I'll kill him with the elements
to prove hip-hops still alive
I'm rocky mountain high,
straight up, don't get it twisted
bad quality or not
it still sounds like you're lispin
takin time to listen, who taught this parrot to talk
polly wanna kracker? too bad, she's mine, hands off
I'm a boomer, your voice could use a tuner
the only time hes radio
is when he's influencin cuba goodin junior
and that slut of yours? believe that I tore her
she begged for it, cause you've been comin up short
like a midget on a street corner
man I warned ya about the time when the heaters come
I can kill a little birdy with the 12 pump...
bb gun
believe it son, I'm with the 12 gauge sittin
"PULL!" shatter birdy with one shot like a clay pigeon
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