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FAGGOT KIDS GOT DISSED THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION IT SUCKS DOWNLOAD THE NEWER VERSION CALLED WEB GANGSTAZ
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insane suburban shit for people who like to get high, for fans of, insane clown posse,pot, marijuana, psychopathic records, underground hip hop, cage, necro, il
What up Im Fat C, My real name is Cory. Im a emcee whose not affraid to be himself i make music for me if you dont like it lick salty nuts. I was raised in the suburbs of St. Paul and grew up with an extremely musical backround. From a young age i developed an interest in Hip Hop along with a veriety of other musical stylings every thing from the beastie boys and epmd to rob zombie and pantera. I started writing music around the age of 16 for years i dident share it with many people i just stuck to myself and refined my craft. Around the age of 18 i hit up battles and back yard partys more and more frequently and steped to the mic nightly which improved my skills and my presence and also helped me to define my style. I have a style like no other i spit what i am broke fat kid shit, music for the modern man or woman, who know what its like to live in your parents basement have no car and no ambition due to the large ammounts of marijuana consumed dayily. If you cant relate to my music then youve never lost your job, been broke, fat, stoned, outcast, confused, upset, and basicly never lived. If your tired of hearin people rap about how much money they have, or how many cars they got, or how big they house is, then buy my album this summer. Ive opened for the likes of Tech N9ne, Pot Luck, Afro Man, and Eyedea. Peep my lable site at www.endtiolrx.com. Fat c also peep my group "The Life And Times Of 3 Untalented Rappers And A D.J." at www.myspace.com/enditolrx
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Peak #2,800
Peak in subgenre #1,402
Author
fat c
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2004 s.l.e. no rights reserved
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December 22, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
fuckin faggot kids suck bawlz and i had to diss em eaven if its a stale diss its still a diss and its better then half the shit i see so suck my nutz
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Little kids on the net like to run they mouth That’s until you find directions to they parents house Then they as quiet as a mouse got nuttin to say Not talking hard no more about who they gonna spray Wit they a k or glock nine or what ever they got Garentee if you gotta strap you wont get off a shot So its been brought the beef is here its right up on the table Ill drop you quicker then you will by your fuckin next lable Cause your unstable that glass got you a lil to fucked up And now every time you try to spit a verse you fuckin suck Your stuck so go ahead and get back on your rocker Leave oddballers alone meng they don’t need a stalker Lil hustle rancid ryan or fuckin half of a dead joker Since eaven comma split ill just call you the left over So get sober learn to write cuz your words is just pollution that’s why your on a lable that has no distrabution You aint worth a cent you aint worth a dollar Your rymes are fuckin weak that’s why you aint on odd baler You aint never gonna make it this I know for show And if you wana bring it to the street any where any time lets go (x2) I wanted just one verse but itle never be enuf Need to spit a few more shots at all these kids who think dey tuff So lets get ruff broken axe relax its just fine Im not gonna kill ya kid ill just fuck with your mind Get inside your head like you hack on a computer Only you aint got no fire wall to warn you of intruders I could come like a spy with a hidden message in my track Esh mech too lau da now play that back It don’t really say shit my messages aint subliminal I wouldent put it past me though I am a common criminal I say shit and mean it eaven if im in the wrong I don’t care if you are a juggalo you don’t belong So say so long im sorry al it time for you to die So go ahead and kiss your boy friend rye goodbye Youl see him in hell that’s where youl booth end up And that’s just what you get for thinkin that your tuff You aint worth a cent you aint worth a dollar Your rymes are fuckin weak that’s why you aint on odd baler You aint never gonna make it this I know for show And if you wana bring it to the street any where any time lets go (x2)
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