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Peak #8,137
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Motay Man
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Motay Man
Uploaded
November 12, 2005
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MP3 1.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
*he's a producer
{intro}
"attention bitches and bastards, its emcee forums battle
round one... and we have magnificent Motay Man
bombing his opponent Honesty, thus destroying him..."
i'm 'bout to untie the knots of "lies" of "Honesty"//
shave his stupid nut and send him to a monastery//
cus this naive motherfucker thinkin he's sickening//
for this irrelevant geek, this is an irreverent beginning//
i don't give a FUCK about watever your name is//
just because i dissed you will make your corny ass famous//
you ain't funny like Bill Cosby// if you are then you
must look queer like the Insane Clown Posse//
believe me, you strongly stink like a rotting carcass//
so throw your shit in the "dump" cus what you bring is "garbage"//
matter of fact nobody's feelin' your airs and graces//
so you'll always get played on like the tables in Vegas//
if you think you "sick", then you better swallow "aspirins"//
you ain't a "man", it don't suit you to call you "masculine"//
i'll show you light, i'm bright like acetylene//
i'll surely kill your ass, bitch, my attacks are virulent//
leave you extremely pathetic like the streets of Baghdad//
you'll never sell your corny CD full of wack tracks//
cus you are "bull-shit", emergin when an "ox" does a poo poo//
so i'll wipe you off with this shit like it was a voodoo//
like lava and gases, i flow through the masses//
they won't find your burnt corpse, not even the ashes//
you sombre?// why son, its okay, worry not, for
you won't blow up like a suicide bomber//
i ain't just dissin you// you pretend to be what you're not
and your beats are like a chatterbox, irritating to listen to//
you a dickhead, you only get us rolling on the aisles//
you're miserable, like Saddam Hussein in his trial//
can't see me? i'll cut out the lens outta your irises//
and infect your system like a bunch of viruses//
i'm abrasive, aggressive// i'll rape your girl and sisters
and bite off their boobs like i suffer from rabies//
so you can kiss this fuckin competetion goodbye//
cus like Nelly Fartado, you're dreaming you could fly//
but you a failure like Vladimir tryna kill the president//
now you're the victim of this verbally ominous pestilence//
you have two choices, either know me or swallow dicks//
i'm your father, Motay Man a.k.a Spaz Apocalypse//
son is on the verge of tears cus the truth is bitter//
nobody digest your ass and your music neither//
the wave of your beats radiate terrible wackness//
Honesty, honestly, you don't even equal to average//
my rhymes unveil the sickness you don't find in syphilis//
you're a goner like the "lit" candle bout to "diminish"//
"so, is there any outcome of battlin' Motay Man?"//
no, its pointless like the riots in the suburbs of France//
now you're bout to come down like the World Trade Center//
you'll die in this submission, its too late to surrender//
you're a weak one, no wonder you get exiled from week one//
i disintegrate my opponents, don't get this shit wrong//
and if you think you're a decent intellectual//
go suck a gigantic penis like a homosexual//
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