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Glass Jaw
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Peak #818
Peak in subgenre #24
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August 10, 2008
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:16
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You a cheese puff eatin punk, big fan of Nascar You gonna break yaself talkin tough with a glass jaw A pump ain't ya air rifle, how you think that that's hard? You gonna break yaself talkin tough with a glass jaw You ass backwards, you ain't G cuz ya cap's backwards You gonna break yaself talkin tough with a glass jaw And you ain't street just because ya mom is a crack whore You gonna break yaself talkin tough with a glass jaw Whoa, no, hold up a minute And n0vy'll finish this beef so just stow up ya gimmicks Only purple he ever got was holdin onta Grimmace At Mcdonalds last week buyin kids meals What's this kid's deal? I hope he got the McNuggests Cuz the only beef he handle is in sausage when he suck it He recyle more lines than the man from Mantuckit When he diggin deep for Murda Mike's album in a blue bucket Dude shut it, ya music can't cut it Cuz you ain't true to what it's really playin in those speakers And I need no heaters, i ain't gotta waste time, Pull it out ya waste line and pistol whip you in the jaw You candy ass pussy like Godiva You lubin cocks with ya own saliva and then you say you spittin raw You ain't tough shit at all, ya mostly hypocritical And when I get you finished off you gonna be in critical He's the new Aqua teen, Tough Talkin Soft Muffin, He'll prolly diss me back then be goin off subject Half his tracks are self promo. If you want a new punch you'll need I-Murder's help for more Don't you get it Murda Mike? You fake, you nothin You a souldja boi mold in an easy bake oven You say that I don't rap? What the fuck did I miss? Then you don't even exist and I'm just spittin at the mist Here's a Murder Mike punch "I'm tough, u wack" Shut up bitch, you about as hot as Mugsy is black He a thug on the tracks that he bumpin in the schoolbus thuggin in the back, watch out, stay back I ain't wearin fools gold like that cross on ya neck I be rockin real brass that'll cut across ya chest When you sittin on spinnas as you swerve on ya trike Just know you're more played than sayin you ain't never Murda Mics
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