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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #816
Peak in subgenre #360
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
February 22, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:36
Lyrics
Yo I just happen to have a half a can of woop ass, so im crackin it open//
Laughin & jokin, cackle as ya back gets broken//
Grabbin ya throat n choking the motha fuckin life up outchu//
Mom cryin, Priest lyin, reciting something nice bout you//
a eulogy of foolishness, I hit you wita full clip//
You light weight like cool whip, always on that bullshyt//
All these other rappers know ill stab & im gone//
& if that don’t prove a point, then im grabbin the chrome//
I battle alone, solo, no family to phone//
Go behind enemy lines, put the gat to the dome//
And by that I mean the pen, words wreckin they brainwaves//
Knock em on they ass, they elevate in the same day//
Lemme take you to the scene of the crime, lets sneak in disguise//
slide inside, the side of my mind where I put beef to the side//
My dope lines nice, that’s what I speak in this rhyme//
I wont resign, why? Well see, that’s for me to decide//
They tried to speak to this guy, Jesse Jackson preach to this guy//
So I told em I eat people, none speak as evil as I//
The only one I fear, he’s in the sky, & ill meet when I die//
Till then, I’ll remind you, while I speak to ya mind//
Ignite ya minds fire, rewind, seek and you’ll find//
That im the best line writer, tho I cease to get signed//
I cry silent, eyes wide, like ima fiend & deprived//
But I’ll be damned if I write rhymes for bling and a ride//
Yo I aint done wit this verse, ill put this track in a hearse//
Kill it, murderous words, im snatchin cash outcha purse//
If rappin is work, ill gladly put in work till the first/
& 15th of every week, got me eatin this curse//
Ill spit a hundred bars of heat, till the haters target me//
And if he don’t target me, well then ima target he//
Walk in squeezing off wit ease, like a desperado scene//
& put more blood on the walls, then a scene from Halloween//
Pullin gauges outa cases, & takin aim at faces//
Raisin stakes and razors, scopin folks wit lasers//
no games, we hanus, pack blades and bangas//
We just wave at haters cuz they gon make us famous//
me im speakin liberal & killin kings wit syllables//
I’m better for you to listen to, lyrics written is literal//
Outsellin the original, my sound. metaphysical//
some spittin is pitiful, & these bitches miserable//
I’m an off brand rapper, that’s deeper then the original//
speakin to ya visual, punches leavin you critical//
Damage taken, is minimal, crush bones to minerals//
A stone cold killa knows that I am unkillable//
