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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,058
Peak in subgenre #1,116
Author
P-nut
Uploaded
December 21, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:49
Lyrics
Halfbreed, the name fits, it’s comparable
Half is you weak and the other is hardly bearable
Aye, I’mma dare this hoe, spit a load of parables
Wait, save your breath, you the synonym of terrible
Voice, non-repairable, hearing you is hysterical
Couldn’t make a sale, he’s unaware of the clerical
Skills, he needs, but we see if need be
To kill a non-rap rap cat over the pc’s
Nothing, last round you showed nothing
You only had a chorus of poorest horrible humming
I flourish over son, who’s boring over drums
That tried to reach me and left lower on the rung
I get it, I’m the challenge you trying to overcome
And that’s hard to pull off like breathing losing a lung
You the usual, dumb rapper thinking he nice
Cause it’s when to pure skill, you ain’t even in sight
When it comes to confidence, I make it flee in the night
So take it as raw proof to not believe in your hype
I read the replies, people seem real polite
They predict you to win, I predict you need a life
You can tell he a crook, I define what is shook
Battle cats whose best lines defined by the hook
So get your bars up, bring the brawl fast
Or I’ll knock the Nate Dogg out yo sing a long ass
He seen the battle card, suffered and he sank
Cause who would win a crash study, a hummer or a tank
Go find a new hobby, be a plumber at a bank
Cause your best line is, well I’m uttering a blank
Straight up, I battle at will with talent and skill
Got you, running scarce like it’s Amityville
So happily chill, if not I’mma rapidly kill
And leave you dead in your tracks like a Manichean still
Mother-fuckers wanna grapple with an animal
A cannibal, but understand a few lines and listen when I damage you
Better move bro, shut down like school snow
This ain’t a battle, this is business as usual
Cause when you rap, the whole cast turn the tune low
Rapping ain’t ya thing, so try making menudo
I wrote a verse, it was boring to plan
Cause usually, I battle cats that look more of a man
Than the whore that they stand next to by a cam
Like damn, who hit his whore with a pan
Got me rethinking sex, like scoring’s a sham
Cause a step above her would be the core of a hand
Give it up, when you rap the rate of snoring’ll span
So go check the probabilities, the formula ran
When they finished, he hinted with the form of a damn
So forget an upset, this went according to plan
