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[-_-'] = [Faceman]
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Story behind the song
Still waitin' for Skrybe to notice I'm rippin him.
Lyrics
You stay that lame while my ass been risin,
Bitch, you ain't Osama with that "Trash Bin Rhymin."
How can you sit there and say that I'm not a threat,
That's like watchin Dulce suck dick and say she's not a vet.
Worst hip-hopper yet, lyrically he's still in debt,
Skrybe got less content than his "shadow's silhouette!"
Bitchass, ya harmless, I'll kick back ya carcass,
Wit sick raps of war shit, skwrit's tracks are garbage!
I harness the harvest of testicular carnage,
In carpets of marred skids, skin lids of the scarred kids.
_My cigar's lit, consider skwrit a target,
Rippin you armless, my mic spikes from where the heart is.
_Bitch you're retarded, and the biggest bullshit artist,
You're heartless, I "diss regards" but you disregard it!
On guard, bitch! Regardless of ya gender,
I stay "splittin Skwrit's limbs" so why not "diss members?"
Skrybe, switch to disco your more fit as a "pretender,"
The fat lady ain't singin yet so go meet "Sir Ender."
I'll pretend you're Below Average, which isn't hard,
Lettin you "be Ave." with your splattered fragments on the boulevard.
