The One And Only.. - Rawest Form Of Genius. (Long Isle, Ny!!)
--!! JUS CLICK MUSIC BITCH !!--
AIM - XxLadyFrostxX
YIM - xMsMasterMindx
Lyrics
ayo..
who this chicken talkin bout me..
I don't pay no mind to ya bullshit, how you popping-weapons??..
lemme drop-a-lesson, the back-up chick in the group, ms. sloppy-seconds..
ms. i couldn't walk-in-the-shoes, of the broad-that-they-knew..
made the band, like babs, ms. torres, that chick that rawer-than-you..
chick who got all the hits-on-ya-bands-site.. give a shit-what-ya-hand-write..
and would spit-on-ya-damn-mic, & gripped-in-the-fans-eyes..
you just the chick on soundclick, offering to take fucking pics-with-a-fan-sign..
every chick on the island, like THIS bitch-lost-her-damn-mind..?!
Nah, You want-it-with-me.. go'on stay part-of-a-team..
that uses you for songs at ms. torres convience..
because if you ask-derric, he will tell you lack-tha-stanzas..
in a track, you jus there for show, like a back-up-dancer..
You was never the chick-who-murdered-it, You the chick-I-Murdered-Quick..
Mattah-Fact, Fuck A Diss.. I'm Flip Hit-This-Chick-Real-Personal..
But First I Gottah Find One Fucking Real Bitch-That-Fuckin-Heard-Of-Her..
Hmm.. Lemme Think, Peep The Sound Click And Research-Her-Stuff.. Hmm..
Suburban-Slut, Thinking She Out Rapping-The-Earth..
Making Fake Remix Tracks, Mixing In Cassidy's-Verse..
Spitting To Close To A Mic, Turning Up Her Vocals-Up-To-High..
With A Whiney Ass Voice, Thinks She Sounds Dope-When-She-Cries..
People Open-Ya-Eyes.. Bitch Bones Prolly Fracture-When-She-Shake..
Throwing-Back-Up-Every-Plate, She Devoured-When-She-Ate..
Your Sick.. I Even Told Swagga, I Would Smack-You-In-The-Face, Bitch..
She Ain't Say Nothing To Defend You, So I'm Asking-Her-To-Tape-It..
Fake-Bitch!, I'll Snatch That Heart Straight-Out-Ya-Frame-Chick..
On Some Indiana Jones-Shit, Grab-You-Out-Ya-Placement..
Cause Ya Parents Don't Want You, Your Friends-Are-From-The-Net..
Fuck It, I Doubt You Got One Real-Fuckin-Banger-In-Ya-Set..
So Dead-All-Of-Them-Threats, Give A Fuck Bout Ya Friend-Got-Popped..
You Run With Gangs-, Jus To Slang-Them-Rocks.. Tell The Truth
You Hold Hands, To Cross The Street With Friendly-Cops..
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You ain't pulling in major-deals, hold up, you pound-which-gauge?..
cause she a net thug, lil "C"s up on her soundclick-page..
and think she down, s'bitch-fake, prolly out their tippin-of-tha-jakes..
her business-is-dick, s'why dudes bring business to ya face (get it)
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