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Master of punches and wordplay...Rock on...
Yo,,, this is Casey Jones... a.k.a Rev-8... thanx first off for peepin this page. This will be updated regulary with new hotness. Enjoy ya'll...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,235
Peak in subgenre #689
Author
Written by A.Zirkel,,, Beat by Crooked Hat
Rights
Casey Jones
Uploaded
November 13, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yo... Beware...be tense.. try not to stay calm
Ya lyrics fire? Nah the record companies just droppin Napalm
Second round star! U came far...but Akshun dont be mad at me...
Cos I swear I heard ya name in a fuckin Afgan family (Akshun dinners ready!)
Deja vu! But u aint got the goddamn stamina to handle me
Ghosts walk through people so how ya manage ya stratedgy
A damn fallacy
So hows ya ghostwriter gonna damage when u battle me? Huh?
It doesnt matter, if ya a vet here ya shudda stopped at textceein
Motherfucker call me a dick.... but on your head be it
Next year...you'll not be walkin
you'll be askin why I had no remorse
To throw ya corpse with all my force on a bed of broken swords
Just to motherfuckin stop u talkin!
I drop ya coffin... stomp ya often... just for the buzzzzzz
Only reason u beefin is cos yanno kids like it when u talk rough
U all could...get off his dick and stalk us...
Or battle him on wax....but then he'd have bald nuts
Ya record went wood... I turned it to sawdust
Ya fall-en... you cant stop the outcome brother
Just pissed cos dust was ya only album cover
Akshun starts to shudder... when he hears the shit I utter
Cos the only thing im scared of is ya ego... thas one big motherfucker
Another sucker.... a wannabee, puttin a show on for me
U should have a Halloween party cos well... all ya shows are deceased
I be head blowin each week, Always fuckin out flow an emcee
U no showing? Well I got everything else goin for me
I put my fist through fire... keepin others quiet
Ive been eatin cats since I was an embryo... blame my mothers diet
As far as, testin Rev goes.. u shudnt...see
I rip ya voicebox out in one bloody piece
Ya ghostwriter crew did a good job tryin to fuck with me
Just proves that u only have the makings of a good emcee
U nothin to me
Actions speak louder than words
so I said this with skill
I just wish this tourney had a cash prize so I could help pay ya medical bills
Still, Im in a position u cant cant lyrically fill
Hope u got a 2 bedroom house,cos Im movin in for the kill
This cats a STRAIGHT fag, prolly not the first gay
Prolly shudnt have used the word straight cos fags might think its wordplay
Absurd blade, cut ya and leave ya to the vultures for bird prey
U couldnt be rated highly if u did an "Im wack" survey
This nerds gay, bust back...Fuck cats, I slay kittens
U straight bitchin
And if u aint winnin...
Ya lookin to get out of it like a claustrophobic room
full of straight women
Ya fake image and gay gimmicks, aint enough really to battle
U aint as ill as me
I got natural delievery like a motherly mammal
I be stickin my foot up ya ass and u be lovin it too
And I'll tickle ya large intestine with the toungue of my shoe
Ya face gets smashed, your motherfuckin racist ass
Beat u black and blue, hope u like the smurfs kid cos u hating blacks
Ya styles dated man, im a profound vetaran
Youll prolly switch beats halfway to make ya shit sound better
And...next to me, u aint got the energy
Tell u to rest in piece...but it'll be pieces when my weaponary
Chops u especially...when...
I punch ya jaw, show my new good reach
Till all u want for christmas is ya two front teeth
Let me prove my gun speaks, ya soft shit can't harm me
Ya album not worth pickin up let discarded soap in the army
Kid is Austin Powers..
I wont bite..... hard
Haha
