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MY SICCNESS TRACK just some wack flow with no hook
I manufacture wack raps. I was previously found throughout winmx chatrooms, but have since changed my locale. I know my rap skills are never going to pay the
Welcome to the wackness. This music sucks and you probably won't understand it anyway. Thanks for visiting the page but don't waste anymore of your time. The sounds found here are what happens when people on the internet attempt to make rap music.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #816
Peak in subgenre #137
Uploaded
December 21, 2005
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:53
Story behind the song
Haven't made a track in a long long time. It has been over due for quite a while. Fuck it, no hook just some thoughts eminating from my brain. Enjoy
Lyrics
You Couldn't Spit Hot If You Was Suckin Satans Cock I erupt with rhythmatic thoughts similar to sunspots like standin there with my gun cocked in front of the town clock waitin for the last tic drawed up and blasted my microphone is spastic have ya bagged up in plastic deceased not your ass kicked placed in a box of pine from the waves eminatin from my mind you emulating my kind but I tap into your spine like when the cops check for acid drops you rock a yeasty box add some barley and hops then drink that shit in shots like x y graphs I got many plots dip in my stash and you bound to get got like texas holdem's three cards they call you the flop send ya up da river like a real snake I slither lookin for the dome givers killin you off like a failing liver rollin with da home run hitters fur loop splitter is my occupation you push luxors but claimin they daytons full time perpitratin bitch thats why I'm hatin you like the nhl cuz everytime I see you your skatin put dat bullshit on hold like call waiting my shit's old school check tha carbon dating always comin hard like armor platin just like my dick that's why your mom be datin bitch there's no debatin ya see my flow's erasin like revolvers I'm leavin no casings have ya family in the ER pacing but when it comes to life there is no replacing now your fat bitch embrasing but the cops have no way of tracing so I setup a 4 state spacing cuz they can't catch me with that kind of buffer makin all the opposition suffer cuz I'm comin much tougher fat blunts know me as the puffer you wack chumps is da bluffers so your life on the mic I be the snuffer Callin you out cuz you only a liar cross my path like a trip wire you sing to the pigs just like da choir so your whole camp calls for the cease-fire chest waders and camo be my atire and you takin your soul be my desire fats sacks of kind nugs I look to aquire always in pursuit of new ways to get higher mr kopperpot but prefixed with the sire Clownin since my days on winmx thought I quit bitch but guess whats next manifestation of written text sold out shows like the megaplex never will you catch me in the projects unless your mom calls to give me oral sex then I'm like da usual suspects knowin that I'm guilty but I'd like to see ya prove it oh well.... I guess if the shoe fits when I'm ridin your tramp she be chompin at the bit and you found now your havin a fit cuz when my wood stands up bitch I need a building permit If you feelin froggy then bitch get kermit I'll leave ya mothafuckin dome split like hurricane catrina in new orleans or a fat bitches blue jeans seams you only drop lines like these in dreams you could never be on my team cuz I plot and scheme behind the scenes powered by hotness like a boiler of steam please understand put that in your brain you'll never ride a track like retired trains step up to the mic and get slain leave ya mind numb like a cocaine drain so make way for my reign bubblin up like some champaign stormtroopers campain on your girls sheets I left a stain now you got me up on judge mills lane the weakest link determines the strength of the chain blastin off just like a jet plane country ass showdown like johnathan wayne hailing from the land of mark twain sittin at the top of the food chain rockin game larger than a great dane the way I spit this virus is inhumane but that's how it be when you live in the fast lane superstar status I need to obtain with devine lines that come off ordained can I maintain will my legacy remain from here to the ukrane so dope you put it in your veins spittin out more shit than broken sewer mains droppin tracks that smokin just like mary jane now the feds hatin cuz of capital gaines now the feds hate me cuz of capital gaines
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