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#158,540 today
Peak #1,589
#99,171 in subgenre
Peak #877
Author
Branco and Jobo
Uploaded
September 28, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yo should I diss him? Should I diss him?
Should I diss the bitch? Should I not?
Yo I’m gonna diss him.
We always diss each other.
We always diss each other.
We always fight yes we do.
We always fight oh its true.
yo we always fight and my rhymes dispures
but man u always make me just wanna curse
waht the fuck beef over a connection
tell your mother i shoulda used protection
if i saw u in real life ud wanna cry
because in these battles i barely try
and i hardly curse from time to time
i just rip the persone rip em so quick
man id get your gilfreind to suck my dick
most of ur tracks are a set back to mandkind
u think ur tuff using slang like on the grind
ill take u out cuz unlike u iam one of a kind
oh by the way tell ur gilfriend this is what i owe her
no i dont mean ur mom it would take a tank to tow her
We always diss each other.
We always diss each other.
We always fight yes we do.
We always fight oh its true.
(cough, snort bugers)
I’m sick dawg
Wreck it.
My hip hop pops like hollows. I take No-Doz to through mo’ flows.
To let a 12 yr old mo’-fo’ know, not to fuck with a man name Branco.
Mistaken for an artist like Picasso.
I’ll probably only sell after my death.
Venomous spit until my last breath.
But in the mean time I shine with divine lines on my alpine.
Who’s gonna stop me, Jobo? Little bozo.
Wanted to feature on a track, but I knew this kid was whack.
What the fuck is up with this horrid beat, to set a verse to this would be a rap feat.
Still coming at you direct and discrete. With no remorse you’ll get smoked like mesquite.
At your funeral I’ll take front row seat. Smack your drunk mama and heckle the priest.
When you were put on the spot I predicted a choke. Like your first time to hit indo smoke. Hacked a fuckin’ lung, when dissed on your own song.
No firewall will offer protection. Infiltrate without detentions, while I hear a weak spit about beef over an internet connection.
Rewind.
We always diss each other.
We always diss each other.
We always fight yes we do.
We always fight oh its true.
You want to know why I’m all fucking mad at you?
Why am I mad at you? I forget.
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