An Internet Label, iLListic, Cade, Styles and Briggzy all make up the UK Hip Hop Music label 'iLL House Records'. A rap based label this page shows our collabor
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,676
Peak in subgenre #880
Author
Cade n Styles
Rights
iLL House Records
Uploaded
June 01, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
sick of this dick..thinkin hes it..when he cant spit his lyrics
witout chokin or votin on dick
hes makin me sick..teachin kids how play wit his prick..at his crib..
// peep the script this is it
u spit bout politics..n ya scripts there jus full of it..
always talkin the shit..aint got balls to audio spit..giv u a mic..
im dun wit the fun..ur number one fo the piece on the end of my gun
droppin bombs...where fuck hav u gone..where the fuck are u from
got me calllin u son...coz that audio u done , wasnt writtin it was biten
of tha song..tha had listin of cent n obie n em on
u got a life n u work..but everythin u heard..is real n it hurt
n u feel..the words that i say coz..u pray that this day..u get played
is tha day that u say..that i wish i had stayed
i kno that u tried...but ya spit must have died..when u write
its jus lies bout life and the way..tv pictured a site..fo u to describe
in ya lines that u write when ur tryin to ryme
used to be dubb..n im battlin a shrub
i changed fo the good..loc stayed still as he stood
jus a herb in the mud..reflectin the sun
gettin defeatd by me on the level above
u want to be boss..but u aint paid to cost..to be loc coz ya rymes r on lock
ur a jock..that dnt floss...coz ya yellow..i dnt giv a toss fo this cock
this fake or this lyin LA fellow
mist got ur mouf shut..ur daughters are grown sluts..
ya bitch is out screamin..n cheatin she got fuckd
im payin her one buck..im beatin this sat-duck..
defeatin this shook-crook..fo the crap that i have took
{HOOK - styles}
n we really dont know what you were thinkin/
what you were seeking but man you a weak kid/
but one thing we know is were tired of you speakin/
man there aint no point in even competing/
coz we spittin rap-ports straight at ya corpse/
not takin no shit from no net fifty four'er/
we takin no more from this bitch wizzadora/
settlin this war with tha shout of an order/
{background verse}
fuck the pun..wit a bullet im number one
fuck this punk..thinkin top..u fell off..as u sunk
u jus a front..u aint a rapper..us a liar that aint touched a gun
do it agin ill be waitin on ya broadband horizon
im dissin ya baby..im paintin this mc..
speakin like shady and his story of grady
im hatin on this G..and tha fact that he's grade-3
ur fake witout maybes..speak shit when ur feedin
like jack n the ripper..crack ya head..slit ya liver
cut ya wrist so die that little bit quicker
progress n get sicker..literally rip ya
n deliever ya liver to the bottom of the river
sounds like a popstar..wishin id shot ya
practicin wizard..alias harry potter
ya script becum rotten..as mine becum hotter
batlin tha rap equvilent of mr deric trotter
whitest white dude vs the newest new newb
bitch got consieved in lab techintions 'text' tube
enters his dads room..flex's his used lube
portrayin on stage loc's painfull-ways wit abuse
Hook - styles
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