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Two Brothers, Rapping, cuz we can
Sup, peepz, This is where Dizno and Demac tracks are gonna be, WE are out of texas, Demac is the star i'm just backing him Aiight.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,637
Peak in subgenre #167
Author
Dizno
Rights
Dizno
Uploaded
February 11, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
yo raise the curtain, time for the dirty south murkin/
If I say something bad about a nigga i did it on purpose/
I rule over phate I outfox this Bitch/
Nail a door to his head so I can knock the kid/
I'm sick beyond every doctors reasong
I ate phate once, but forgot the seasoning/
Why is he bleeding? Damn forgot to cook him/
Came back to bake him, but forgot to shook him/
Shake him, rake him, bag this bitch up
claim to be fucking hoes but can't get his dick up/
This shit a stickup, I came for the crown
The best lyrical rapper to come outta D-town/
Fuck this summers eve wigga, give this douche a push/
When he stands in the mirror is when he's close to puss/
He lives his life online, makes sigs for his friends/
but he don't know they just been playing pretend/
He thinks he hot, cuz he a busted ass bitch producer/
You can't rap for shit, leave ya bleeding like used super dupers/
Put this bitch in a stupor, think i'm playing you bad/
I'm playing it nice, comparing this hoe to a maxi pad/
I got you mad, obviously cuz you like mentioning my name/
God never liked you, you should've been a miss and a stain/
I'm pissin again, i'm reigning this bitch wit my dick/
Silly faggot , killing Dizzie was just a trick/
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Diz livin large, fuck the "Spooge Spitten Squad"/
they only hard on mics, when spittin on slobbed knobs/
Yall got robbed , yo leader's a joke/
Put that fat bastard on stage he's bound to choke/
I'm a hound to toke, spittin lyrical lethal vapors/
you missin the point, like "shaq o'neal" from the lakers/
Maybe that was too simple, I should be more complex/
I rip like phate's panties, wait, i'm losing context/
Lone wolf, psycho soldier, killing all regiments/
Branding my name on ya chest like you sportin my letterman/
That means i'm not leaving, you are not even/
on my level, even if I were to start bleeding/
Heart in my hand, Sold my soul to GOD for Grievance/
If I decided "Son" you, then you'll be close to Jesus/
I see yo bitch ass leavin, yo lyric game is rotten/
you waiten on me to die, like was bin ladin/
Watch the clock, you know me, I don't talk about glocks/
When i say i'm killing time, i'll punch hard enough to stop yo watch/
I got this, watch, just keep yo ear to the ground/
So when i come back through, I can stomp yo ass back down/
If you don't like my shit, you can bite my "shit"/
If you sportin a clit, you can ryde my dick/
All you other passengers can get the fuck off/
Phate rides dick too much, i can't get this "fuck" off/
Spitting sergical sutcher,I got the nerver to shoot ya/
Dizplay yo whole life ruins like back to the future/
Don't talk shit son unless you gonna back it/
I'm "Bill Gating" the game and you can't "hack it"
