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phabo:
phabulouz and stooky son you heard of us
we'll kill you niggahs so bad son we murderous
all these fake ass thugs be numerous
blow you niggahs away like i be a sudden wind gust
got my gat cocked back and i swear ill bust
its my duty to kill niggahs and thats a must
i called you out to beef and you swore youll show
your boys left you alone you said where they go
they aint true they choose hoes over you bro
niggah please you gotta stop fronting like you really is something
get your poker face on son cause we all know you be bluffin
niggah you fucking fake hustlers play games for fake money
you niggahs go all in kid but you aint gettin out homie
got too involved in this game no signs of fame
you fucking rhyming like you something but your rhymes be lame
rushed in blindfolded going back the way you came
its best that you stop rhyming before you fall into this flame
niggah you be done you be deaded you be gone for sure
no one remembers you its as if your fucking lifes a blur
you be decayed you be rusting and you aint got no shine
im gonna end your fucking sad existence with these next lines
youve served your purpose living under your masters whiplash
niggahs like you are temporary you be gone in a flash
you aint a fucking playa son i invented the game
you is just a place holda son dont forget your name
you just a pawn niggah just another fucking fake poser
my spit will chill you son ill drop your fucking body temperature
you come against true artists the phabo and the double s's
we pull gats straight out son we leave you niggahs in messes
you mentally ill son you in a motherfucking state of convalescence
i shook you so bad you aint had your fucking sanity since
when i come around its like i be a motherfucking earthquake
10 on the richter scale i make this motherfucking earth shake
when i spit my hot burning verses they be truly yours
ill spit until your motherfucking mouth melts down to the floor
im hotter than fire son im burning like the earths core
im known as the sun god according to the folk lore
ancient greek myths i be known as the god helios
my flames will burn niggahs before they even get too close
i be blazing them sacs because phabos a true balla
you aint cop dimms son you get 10 for a dolla
niggah your flow is so whack you be using verbal cosmetics
you make it look nice but your rhymes are just plain ass prosthetic
it aint real son your spit is purely artificial
you using a rhyming dictionary like a motto for a fucking commercial
stop fucking fronting jp like you got something to boast
ill impale you son and chuck you on that fucking spit to roast
you aint holding shit i should be fucking calling you jp whack
you just plain whack stuttering like you got a panic attack
im through son ive finished dealing wit you fucking choke artists
its my last drop against you and this gonna hit the hardest
my fucking spit hits harder than those of immortal technique
you a bitch niggah son i dress you up in womens petite
hit you wit one shot spin you around in a circle complete
you aint playing round wit fake guns son you messing wit the elite
if you cant comprehend verbally complicated lyrical flows
i hope you can comprehend that my rhymes deal critical blows
you aint a fucking playa son i invented the game
you is just a place holda son dont forget your name
you just a pawn niggah just another fucking fake poser
my spit will chill you son ill drop your fucking body temperature
stooky :
yea yo, ya dissin me on ya tracks dont be press ya luckin it
cuz if the microphone was a dick u be suckin it
this is another round to begin i rule ova ya rhymes
ya just a waste of my breath a waste of my time
stop actin a foo kid u aint beat me nice
check ya rhyme dictionary fo yaself to bite
so u wanna spark me i'll show u wus good in ya hood,
queens style is poppin ya face really show u wus good,
strong island u make yaself look like a joke
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