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underground rap
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,025
Peak in subgenre #4,276
Author
M.O.C./G-Unit
Uploaded
January 27, 2004
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
me vs. Chryme-son
u new to rb.com and more ridiculous than a whore/
who workin 5 dicks, 2 in her hands n 3 in ev'ry "door"/
I mean if u so busy I donno wut u here for/
(I) give u Nelly's old band-aid not even that make u gay more/
so listen gay-hoe u wanna get a head in this business?/
how that possible for sumone like u bein' dickless?/
it's the same wit' ur name it's completely ridiculous/
the way u involved in crime son is bein' a witness/
and to look shit less u better stop beefin around here/
u'll find lots of mcs that like merkin u clown yeah/
looks like I am the first so I hope that sound clear/
I guess soon as u lost u be about to back down feared/
I hope ur mommy donno that u usin' abusive language/
better tell nobody 'bout her or ur image be damaged/
cuz ur cabage head be in her pussy u got that message?/
u better get outta line cuz now I be on a rampage...
let's do it like this I take u bitch out for a ride/
aight let's do it like/ I strap ur bitch ass on a plank/
then I pull u wit my car till ur life almost end/
what now? I slap u in the face sayin behave like a man/
stop cryin like a cunt or I just make u one/
punchin ur dick till it turns inside, now wut up son?/
u feelin done, kinda fried just like Kentucky chicken?/
this be sick man/ u bitch man/ I'ma break u fuckin wings/
use u as my 30 inch rim/ so u turn and u spin/
don't beg me to treat u gently cuz I ain't ur kin/
I put 2 knives in ya head so u look like a fucked up rabbit/
no gun-fetish/ fuckin faggit/ I make u go down on ur knees/
after I broke ur fuckin feet/ now u look up to me/
sayin: "M.O.C." (wut up?) "don't kill me please!!"/
but see it's necesarry that jerk like u get merked/
so chryme-son, u die son, wut u be scared?/
now gimme that mic so I can shove it up ur ass/
makin it last there so u can spit shit fast/
literally bitch just like u spit shit in this battle/
no head no/punk I slice ur ass like a butcher do cattle/
u just actin without thinkin and all ur words ain't linkin/
and thaz why I leave u punk ass colder than winter/
don't care 'bout sins huh cuz it ain't no sin to kill u/
I'm on a hunt for fuckers like u sayin they real rude...
