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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,068
Peak in subgenre #3,329
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
January 04, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Look i know why he's called jon dough, its simple and plain
all his mates up in staten can't bring themselves to say his name
if you ask em if they know him, they pretend that they don't
and if you show em a photo its like 'oh that fat cunt'
ignoring names, he's the kind of cat you wanna forget
because he acts like a vet, but only on the internet
with no respect on the street - so he tried to get some
so he braided his hair, now he looks more like his mum!
come on, i got no time for rappers like him
talkin bout guns and whatnot - he ain't old enough to drink!
i ain't talkin bout technique - he's got some i suppose
but his tracks are bigger fuck-ups than his outsize clothes
won't dwell on the weight issue, i know it would hurt me
but he's so fat at 16, imagine when he turns 30!
i just hope he's got more rhymin skills by then
cos he's migraine inducing, fuckin pass the ibuprofen
and i'm hopin that he comes hard, else i'll shut him up
little round kid from new york with braids - i'll fuck him up
Only givin up this title if the competitor is worthy
he ain't shit, his double tracked punchlines can't hurt me
Jon Dough, Bowman or Unknown Alias
Your tracks won't even make it on your OWN fuckin playlist
should have the word 'twat' next to your name in parenthesis
hang you by your braids, and slap a brother senseless
Think because you moderate on CC that makes you good?
Think your jon candy looks'll get props in the hood?
Your lyrics are lame, Your style sucks like a Dyson
SO ugly, can't even jack off with the light on!
talk about drugs like you're the shit dawg
the only way you'd get a bitch is if you whip out the rohypnol!
thats true man, i bet its hard to date on the street
if i see you with a girl I bet she'd got webbed feet
or talons, false teeth, or funky skin condition
like a dog with worms, only switches cos she's itchin'
hey man i'm only playin, so put away your rattle
you'd win this shit, if this was a burger eatin battle
but its all about MCing and you're falling short
i got more rhymes than all the substances you smoke and snort
you're the kid getting picked last for the team in sport
call yourself an MC? Ha! you're nothing of the sort
wanna be like uncle Mike, kiddie-fiddle in the night
not Neverland, you'd call your ranch 'Neverrockedthemic'
thats right, you're fuckin destined for a life of obscurity
and you couldn't move a crowd if you were stage security
forget MCing, ya'll only leave the listeners boo-ing
Jon Dough - More like Jon Dough-n't know what the fuck he's doin!
you're just a messageboard whiner, eat all the shit up in a diner
with your aunt jemima rhymes i'll crash you like an air liner
i dig beats like a coal miner, i'm the hotter rhyme designer
leave your face marked with a shiner, kick you all the way to china
Like a football, i'll grab your head and play like a quarterback
ya wack crews dressed in black, i'll pop your verses like blister pack
In hip-hop, you're greener than a bottle of Becks
You rhyme like a spastic Jon, so fuck off back to text!
Genric rhymes, blah blah blah heard it before
ya still a loser even with more votes, like Gore
ya snoozin While I'm like the cat who got the fuckin cream
i'll leave ya dreamin of winnin while I'm out reppin the first team
Planned on meetin Profayne in the final, my punches waited
Then homeboy fucked it up and came weaker than I anticipated
All of a sudden its Jon Dough
Oh no, i panicked, can I aim that low?
well Its like treading on a roach - just a fat one
or walking up to a wheelchair bound woman just to slap em
its that simple, its over long before its even starting
with the punches i'm imparting leave his face up on a milk carton
now what ya ugly ass say to that?
we all done laugh at ya delivery, ya flat raps in combat
ya rhymes ain't very good, ya versatility is lackin
my advice, stay off the mic and stay off carbs like in Atkins
to tell the truth you should quit, you should take your bow
