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Peak #3,903
Peak in subgenre #1,901
Uploaded
December 30, 2005
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:00
Lyrics
Like lakes in Ohio, Ya lifes about to get Erie,
I see you sitting weary, knowin this is ya burial,
Cuz you beating me is like two nuns getting married,
Or the Virgin Mary having a period with baby Jesus,
In her vanarial tract, you got venereal tracks… they straight pussy,
Nigga can’t push me like a steering wheel,
I see you fearing Phill, I don’t even need Blockz,
Hit you like a golf shot, Spit you out like its off top,
Niggas screaming pause stop!
Don’t waste punch lines you could rip em wit the flow,
Something that he won’t know unless its problems on his boat,
Man the problems that I’m dope, so you robbing all my quotes,
I heard ya girlfriends cheating, ya hearts throbbing by ya throat,
She said you gotta write love songs to keep her,
Iming me, like can I sleep with her,
This bad bitch got you deep bitter, like digesting absinth,
Knowing you street litter, which makes you straight trash,
You a dandruff spitter ya flake ass is a fake ass,
You ain’t pushing bricks you just feeling frustration,
Cuz you hanging on to reef like swinging decorations,
Nigga check your patience or you gone be a patient,
At ya local trauma unit mummy wrapped like an ancient,
So I’m surprised that you wanna another,
After you got fucked by another rubber in the last battle,
Now like CIA agents I’m putting you under covers,
Subo’s got no chance, he just discovered like a credit card,
I don’t even edit bars, and still leave you with machete scars,
Cuz my cuts is violent, filling your arms up with iv’s,
Survive G? Ain’t no way you leaving live B,
Cuz when it comes to gun fights you backing out like a driveway,
So don’t try me, or get trucked like a Tonka,
Fucked in the ass, Chocolate Factory Willy Wonka,
My flows bonkers, designed to show this computer nerd how to rip it,
Like I just re-upped, teach this herb how I’m splitting,
But he couldn’t catch me drift if he was the curb when I skidding,
I got the worlds ears now that they heard that I’m spitting…
I’m bout to show you an asshole like where the shit slips,
When I smack you with the hand that I piss with,
Ain’t no question what I grip when the clip strips,
Cuz holiday pies only way I Miss Smiths,
Dude I rap like my farts so you know I’m ripping it,
If you in the coupe its when you cleaning chicken shit,
You so soft niggas pissing on you, like a urinal cake dispensing the blue,
Toilet seat face ass I’m shitting on you,
How you want beef, when every song I send you wanna get on it too,
Sub I’m sensing you’ll lose cuz I’m down with the heat,
If you got Tight Drawls is when you rocking some briefs,
Said you popping with beef, with that ground chuck,
Bout to get the slugs pound in ya guts like you got a tape worm,
The flow I nutted so I hope you escape sperm,
I’ll rearrange ya life leave it in the short term,
Now you make decisions like a cancer patient,
The answers waiting, for you to finally come up with something creative,
For two lines to be something related... and then I decided to stop but it worked out
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