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shies is hot
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,491
Peak in subgenre #3,592
Author
Shiest
Rights
eternal flame records
Uploaded
April 22, 2002
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
come on dawg i cant believe im battlin ridd~
he can "wiegh his turds" and still wont "amount to shit"~
about his kids? he aint had none but mines was down his throat~
i'll make you eat ya own wrods till you about to choke~
im bout to go, and make everyone stop and stare~
cuz the only place you "runnin shit" is in your "underwear"~
under the stairs, thats were ya raps belong~
they make me laugh like ya mom squeezin her ass in a thong~
im not rappin it long, but its clear you lost this shit~
cuz you "aint had faith" since biggie "lost the bitch"~
its the teacher and im bout to give you a rap lesson~
cuz you like people wit "ankle sprains" you always "half steppin"~
half restin, i bet it hurt if i stick ya head in the dirt~
wont be talkin no mo, shiest will have you threatnin worms~
the rest is just burned you tryna hit up a thug~
my "gun will give you a puzzle" and leave you "riddled wit slugs"~
head in the mud, and there wont be no repentence~
you just a fuckin ________, ill let you finish the sentence~
you sittin the benches, and im 1st second and last~
in consecutive order wit all the rest in the back~
were is you at? your not even on the list~
i'll write ya "name on toilet paper" you on my "shitlist"~
ya nimwit,
im sicka then incest, plannin to rip vests~
naw you dont get it, IM SICKER THEN INCEST~
hit ya chest, not wit slugs but the rapid spits~
cuz i "dont see you beatin me" like i "lost my glasses" kid~
keep practicin, last week was a no show~
i would let you in the crew but theres no hoes~
no go, so stop spittin you to wack to spit~
and im "to hot to sleep on" like the "devils matress is"~
pop slugs at this foo and he started to dance~
"shakin" like a seizure and i aint talkin the "harlem" dance~
ridd dont want it, he wont diss me on his next rap~
cuz he come wit "more shit" than "prune juice and ex-lax"~
when you look at my lines you qoute em, ya rhymes who wrote em~
we all know that you get more "bytes" than "modems"~
almost finis im bout to bruise you badly~
leave you "confused" like "askin bastards whose ya daddy"~
got em mad at the world sayin i hate this globe~
cuz i leave "laid out" like a "first graders clothes"~
ok you had enough i think ima slack up~
the way i leave you "seein stars" you think i "worked for nasa"~
my guns give "applause" so yeah they like to "clap"~
you aint great ridd i seen better "legends" on "maps"~
