3 Way WEAPONS Battle....Week 2 Of The Internet Rap Championships....Lets Show Them How I Get Down On This Battle sh***
Sneakyness Aka Lyrical Assasin
Whats Good?....Ya Boy Sneakyness Reppin Connectcut To The Fullest....East Coast Hip Hop All Day, One Of The Upcoming MC's Proving That We're Coming Back....Listen To The Music Yall...1
Lyrics
RedRum
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Red Rum Your A Fruit, Whos Bound To Loose//
Get Respect For What I Do, Cuz I Slaughter Dudes//
Drown U In A Tank, With Fish Beside You//
And Step On Your Heart With FISHERMAN BOOTS!//
No I Won't Loose To A Reject Rocker//
Who's Voice Box Sounds Like A BROKEN MUFFLER//
Sayin U The Best, U Don't Show Up Proper//
With A MORNING STAR, Plan To Rock This Falker(Fucker)//
Like Im Ben Stiller, Why Don't U Say Who's Iller?//
Sneaky Mothafucker Ya Better Get The Picture//
Cuz All Of Your Songs Don't Prove Your A Winner//
Like Speakin Mad Lies, Ima Kill With A FIBER//
U Make Me Laugh When U Seem Depart//
Saying You Take All This Rap Right To The Heart//
Cuz When They Go On U'll Have A PREDATOR DART//
Well In That Case? Are You Afraid Of The Dark?//
Inside Your Neck Bone, A Chicken Homes//
With No Affiliation To How A MC Flows//
Rum's No Joke? Consider Urself Owned//
With A SWORD Through Your Head On KING SOLOMANS Throne//
Penalifik
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Yo Pen, How The Hell Can U Be Fresh?//
With Bad Quality, U Should Stick To Text//
Ur Lack of Breath, U Ain't A Novice Yet//
U Like Gettin Fucked On High SCHOOL DESK//
Plus I Got Bars, This War Ain't Over//
Claim Ur Always High On All Ur Tracks Sir//
If I Saw You, Ude Get Layed With A Tractor//
And Get Put To Rest With A Full FLAME THROWER//
A TORTURE FORK, Put U Under Gravel//
With A NUNCHUCK, I'll Make Ur Skull Raddle//
Get All Your Bags And Hop On The Sattle//
This Dude Wish Taj He Spitz Could Fuck Him With A CANOE PADDLE//
Word, Your A Herb, From Here Be Gone//
Don't Even Record, We Can't Hear Your Song//
I Heard You Record With Bright Pink Thong//
And Pray Taj He Spitz Could Fuck U With The WOND//
Of POTTER, Yes HARRY, Ima Guy With Fire//
Claim Ur The Sire, What A Fucked Up Liar//
Make Ur Face Run The Street Like TIRE IRON//
Startin Beef Right To Left? What Do U Inquire//
Penalifik Might As Well Stick To The Truth//
Because U Tag Along In This Main Stream Boost//
And Now, U 2 Fags Better Scream And Get Loose//
Or I'll Paint Red's Blood All Over Your Tooth//
