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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #12,587
Peak in subgenre #1,776
Author
Rare One/unknown
Rights
Sicc-Mindz Recording
Uploaded
December 04, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just a battle, the beat is not mine, foudn it on kazaa
Lyrics
The Procrastinator turned creator
choping bigs throat with my light saber
evil gladiator, leavin this cat shook like a vibrator
if your not queer but you happen to be riding my dick?//
Big aint phat just-thick not ill only-sick his hands clap then stick//
bomb quick blow ya-ass-up like then time you vacum-got-stuck//
a stop watch with low battery, ya times soon to be up
rhymes suck, kinda like your mom proven shes a slut//
you wouldnt have hot shit with firscrackers up ya butt
'unlock' talent please you can barely turn out good 'keys'//
This ho's on his knees, bittin faster than dogs housin flees
Stick to text audios sound like there dien on mics//
his crews Cryin-like-dykes.. claimen tobe flyin-like-kites//
a terrible pussy to fight, with clothes unbarrable for sight////
The wack rhyme you drop are redundent an filled with dumb shit//
Im not blind thats cum on ya lip dont deny it bitch//
Ya body flinche as my hand grips gun an finger twitch//
put ants in ya crotch an blast the first thing you itch//
this is my nitch//
Keep screamin stop as i proceed to get myself off//
love hearin you pleed acting like itll make me go soft//
i wont lie i thought this cat was black at first//
then i realized he just had his hat on backwards//
his mouths lard, so he only spits phat words//
son grow up, keep at it
as i keep erradic
in an out like you an your dad did
a pee wee hurmen reject
bumpin me in his cassette deck
holdn his dick infront of me askin if he can pee yet
look at him an see the image of big pun at age 10//
ironic how big bone keeps tryin to be like slim//
screamin he's black an thats the color of his skin//
take your ass back to stockin shelfs//
sex is a team sport dont practices with yourself//
factored in his health cuz his stomach wouldnt fit round his blet//
cuz like armless molesters ya rhyme somthing no one felt//
i hate dirt... but love the underground
so i became an evil serpent holdin crown//19
Reffred by can-i-bis an started to twitch
stuffin apples down Eve's throat while screamin bitch//20
At first was perfect angel
then became war torn an mentaly unstable//20
im jsut Upset Cane didnt kill Able....
An just pissed my wrist carries a 3-6 label//20
he sez hes winin, but thats just a tall tale
like blind men at drive up atms readin brail//
he's 16 son i smoke weed older than that
matter of fact when you rap it turns out wack
like little kid games that hit moles with a bat
two forms of evil swarms
matching uniforms// 18
stand platform to transform
into a windstrom//18
son you been warn
a plain blunder how my tongue rain thunder,
ya booty shits lame, but-thats-no-wonder//
rapbattles ready to panic
im the # 1 hispanic
and your verse just got sunk like titanic
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the rest of the lyrics are freestyled, and i did not bother going back and listen/type them up.
