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Genre
Charts
Peak #1,448
Peak in subgenre #728
Author
Sean Johnson
Uploaded
November 05, 2003
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
See you're pussy lookie, whatcha think you gonna do
Step to a battle like ya bringing something new
But you the same shit so I'm pulling the lever
Flush goes toilet, Boy you a deciever
You had all these people thinking you could spit rhymes
But instead you about 9 cents short of a dime
And you're meters running out so I'm calling the maid
The day you stop rhyming fool they'll be a parade
The crowd will even cheer cuz the queer is gone
You're about as useful as a fat lady in a thong
And I sorry when I'm rhyming if I talk about your mom
But it's my first thought when I hear fat and thong
But I'm gonna change the subject cuz that makes me sick
If your skills were measurement they'd be a millimeter thick
And I think you should stop and save your pride
Cuz the last dude that battle'd me got beat and then cried
In reality you ant looking for a crumb
Problem is you starving cuz you're too damn dumb
You couldn't find your ass if it wasn't attached
After christmas you bragged about how good you wrapped
But then you checked your stocking, all you got was a note
It had some rhymes written on it that santa wrote
You gave it to your momma cuz you cannot read
She said, "Oh honey" like she couldn't believe
she read it to you slow so you could understand
Cuz we all know retards can't comprehend
It said, Quiksilver quit trying to write
You're wasting your energy like a burnt light
If you really need a hobby then come to the pole
You can clean out my shitters and wipe my asshole
Cuz I'm getting kinda old and it's hard to sit
And every year in your stocking I put big black bricks
Then you started crying cuz your dream was crushed
but no you didn't quit, cuz rhyme, you must
Now I'm hear to tell you the time has come
You're like a crack addict without a thumb
You can't get your fix cuz you can't light the flame
Instead you just piss and swim in it like rain
See that's the typa shit that I cannot fathom
How you could be so sick, you'd allowed it to happen
But hey that's okay every dog gets his day
Some get ketchup on'em then I put'em away
I eat'em up real quick like gourmet dinner
My contender is a pretender so crown me the winner
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