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A creative blend of lyrics and choruses from an artist who really hasn't found a definitive style of writing. A realistic approach to stories of happiness, long
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(Vs. MilkMan)
There's no need for this motherfucker the Milk man Is obsolete
I buy my Milk in cartons so if I ever see you walk my street
Or walking up on my porch then I'm probably gon' pop some heat
And have people scatter sorta like you when you rock a beat
Cuz your shit is whack homey, no talent up in you
I cream on silly bitches like a non-dairy subsitute
Bucking you, bullets leave you properly kill'd
I call em' Rice Krispies: they stay poppin' in Milk
So keep on popping them pills
You ain't copping no bills
I serve Milk like a restaraunt: properly chilled
Cuz if you think you hot, you not: your perceptions eff'ed up
Like chicks on Myspace taking pics from they necks up
Faggot, stop acting all tough in your tracks
Just sit and relax I'm coming much more rougher than that
And I been acting all stupid. Started cutting my class
Cuz I'm dropping this Eyekue like I'm huffing some gas
You stay up in the back or get you stupid ass gets stepped on
Seattle faggots get gone. Flexed on like Stretch Arm
Prove you can beat me? Faggot, naw, you just head strong
Cuz there's no Proof, so like Proof: you dead wrong
(Beat Switch)
Aight, step back as I scorch this rookie
He's got an Asian girlfriend and I forced some nookie
I got some head right the front porch. It took me
Two minutes to get her out side with a fortune cookie
And naw, I ain't racist. But son let's face it
You ain't worth the venom that I keep microphone laced with
Whether we up on stage or we down in a basement
You just spit that bona fide gay shit
How you gonna' have a thousand plays
But 250 friends all around the way
I did the math. And my calculations say
It only took em' 4 songs to realize you're lame
The true definition of a Wack Rapper 'Crossing'
Is YOU grabbing your Jesus piece when I'm flossing
Grimier than Satan? Naw, you just so far underground
it's hot and your brain is baking
(Vs. Falix)
I went to download your GTS Mix Tape and check it
But my virus scan was like "Stop. Whack Shit Detected."
This Warlab posters got a Warlab Poster
A FAT lunch box and some Warbux coasters
And he promotes em'. If you disagree then you his enemy
He wants to be in the Lab so bad he studies chemistry
Fucking fan...when will you ever get the notion
That nobody likes you flowing. But you just keep on going
As an artist you ain't growing, motherfucker you stunted
Our last battle I swung for the fences. Bitch you bunted.
A little fucking dribble that Bill Buckner could've handled
You don't rap. You just ramble. I'm coming strapped with ammo.
I would say this about to get ugly but you already ugly
E-thugging, got that Internet Life tattoo'd on your tummy
You fucking dummy, we both know I flow so murderous
While you type bout' 'dirty jerkins' more than porno journalists
Learn to spit, fucking homo I just straight up burn a bitch
While you freeze to death cuz you can't keep your own furnace lit
(Vs. That Other Dude In The Tourny)
This kid's more elusive than a fucking sasquatch
Or something intelligent getting typed in the chat box
So I gotta' put in work like I'm Matlock
Locate his where abouts and let the fucking gat pop
How you gonna' stop someone of my caliber
I don't even carry a gun I got a howitzer
And each shells loaded up with verbal venom
You the type of queer on the streets rocking purple denim
You cum dumpster cock sucker fag you too lame
Flows so shitty cuz' his lips got poop stains
And Pook Star can't spit a bit, bitch you too tame
Dirty Jerkins hot with blue flame like butane
And I don't know if this is news or not
But if you came for the loot you gon' lose the pot
Cuz you spit once, then get you boo'd alot
And you off the beat more than a wounded cop
Motherfucker I'm like your drunk uncle who beat you often
Cuz you kept him up all night when you was speaking awkward
Into the mic in your room with your geeky talking
You can't flow motherfucker: you a leaky
