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God Emcee
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#1,752 in subgenre
Peak #13
Charts
Peak #221
Author
Fatol
Uploaded
October 30, 2008
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:38
Lyrics
HEEYY.. Click Clack- I'm pushin ya wig back..
Witta big Mack bitch ass- Fatol get up in that...
Kiss grass, Yo niggas can get smacked..
And you only find Gully where Tempest's dick at..
GET MONEY, While you lame's is there waitin..
Fatol'l slay em, You claim that you savin the nation..
Only 5 people tune to ur radio station-
Tell me I'm hatin, Thats the only place u get a rotation..
But I'm next to rip, Shit so effortless..
Twist the necks of kids, Like the Exorcist..
I- Bet he's pissed, Tried to dissect the kid..
But I keep em around the border's like a Mexican..
-HEEEY LET ME IN!- Son that wasnt a smart move..
Ya mom dukes like 'HAH Fatol gone spark you'..
An ya pop to 'Dat boy Fatol'l harm you'..
Put you in the JAW's of life, Now you looking like Shark Food..
*Sniff, Sniff* I smell blood in the water..
You gana get slaughtered, Tear you apart like some Hungry pirahnna's..
HEY MISTA, I dont care how piss this get ya-
Walking around lookin like Joe Budden's little sista..
Set you up fail, But oh well thas tough luck..
I'm rippin out ya guts, Now you smoked like puffed blunts..
Ya lyrics aint enough, Man you fucked with one touch..
Cuz you gettin shit on worse than 2 chicks with one cup..
You dumb fuck, Ay Temptress- Don't even attempt this-
It's Helpless, The pressure from this fuckin' beating is endless..
You senseless, No touch, Or money I'm leavin you cent-less..
I hope ya- learnin ya lesson, Cuz this one was expensive..*
And Fatol disable's ya vocal cables an slay souls-
I throw tomatoes at gay hoes, U wana run a fade then just say so..
FUCK YO WEB SITE, an that couldnt be nicer..
Cuz I'ma bout to Cap Com's like a fuckin street fighter..**
Leme prove my point, With free's that well flowed..
Cuz I'll put you in a crunch like knees to elbows..
I'll nab the double U, And I'll leave the hell home..
Cuz he stay's standin Nex-Te-L's like cell phones..
Hahahaha, Fatol's a beast BALEED dat..
U need cash, Cuz your quality just be wack..
I mean that- Step ya microphone up please damn-
I cant understand, This ho soundin like feedback..
*Feedback noise* Ya voice an incoherent blur..
Cuz ya sound whinier than a prepubesent girl..
Kid is shady, Everything he doin is gayly..
An this faggot ran out of luck, When he heard that dude is a Lady..
I'm killin this baby, Cuz he a rookie an shook..
You lil bitch I know vagina's less pussy than you..
The ho frontin, Oh Wait.. Is that Joe's cusin?
Cuz you just look like a feminem version of Joe Budden..
With no stomach, I see your heart an ya bones touchin..
I gave you my raps to bite, An you just choked on em..
You dont want it, Now run like yo stole somethin..
Plus you rhyme Superbad, I'ma name you Mc'Lovin..
This kid's worth minimum wage, Ya gotta see his checks..
Put a mirror to ya mic, Ya quality reflects..
I gotta keep in check, Cuz this nigga is so sad..
He sticks to the script after I gizz in his notepad..
Heard em on a track sayin he a coke heavywieght daw-
HOW, Yo scrawny ass could'nt even lift an 8-Ball..***
Kid is garbage, Couldnt rip shit if he farted..
Lookin ethiopian, You didnt think that I saw it..
Got 'FEED THE CHILDREN' comercials shot outside his apartment..
With that white dude, Sayin this ugly nigga needin a sponser..
Soundin like every other broke rapper on the market
So basically you just STARVIN MARVIN with the mouth of CARTMAN..
An a nigga from the SOUTH, PARKED your career in the red zone..
And they tow'ed that shit away, Now you sittin the hell home..
Old folks crib, They just wish you the hell gone..
Fuck ya health, Battlin Fatol is bad for ya wealth holmes..
* = Play on the saying. Valueable lesson, because his ass got robbed of everything.
** = Capcom made the game Street Fighter, Cap, Com's like Trs.COM GET IT?
*** = 8-ball is a slang term for a measurement of cocaine about 3.5 grams.
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