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I dfon't know, I fucking rap and produce.
First busted a freestyle when I was 16, started making beats when I was 18.
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Story behind the song
Well the first was for MCD a dope ass Brittish mc and friend of mine(a battle in which HE won!). The second was against JIZM, an mc from N.Y. who, at the time, couldn't stand me(The battle was a tie).
Lyrics
My horrific rhymes got you wit yo tail tucked and runnin home
only way you could make me laugh is if I snapped your funny bone
I’ma bomb this witless Brit, like I’m a member of sin Fein
yah words are wack, you’re dick is thinner than a stack of ten dimes
you got anal raped so bad, the Doc installed a colostamy bag
I’ts ok for you to cry, I beat yah ass like mad, you ought to be sad
your rhymes are so full of emotion, with me they’re causin boringness
MCD the unholey, yeah but only cause cocks are cloggin every orifice
your stale and sour rhymes are as sweet as salt and vinegar chips
talk a lot of shit, but when I step up to hit you, this bitch niggah splits
I’ll just figure this, is a guaranteed victory so I’m takin it
extend your hand for shakin, then I fake, squeeze and start breakin it
you’re makin this so hard, just accept your licks and be done with it
don’t matter whose ass you kiss I’m uncompassionate I kill for the fun of it
and nothing brings me joy than little boys, gettin face raped with sex toys
who chase papes and hatch wack plans for their next wrecked ploy
Dev is broke and wanted hot lunch so I gave it to him still steamin
stuck a needle in his throat then interveinously fed him seamen
the closest your rhymes will get to deadly, is by bein noise pollution
limeys can’t fuck with the states, shoulda learned that in the Revolution
’m gettin frustrated, with kids who try to say that they’re dope
you wouldn’t have a chance, if you sailed around cape hope
sportin Teflon to the thread, still left wit a gun punctured vest
rhyme styles is in a shambles, bitch it’s an unstructured mess
it’s unintelligible, like you write rhymes in foreign tongues
you take a thousand shots at me, still this bitch ain’t scoring once
get smoked like philly blunts, soaked in gas and lighter fluid
you pullin silly stunts, I curse your mindless ass like Irish druids
put JIZM in a blender, so I can make a sperm bank deposit
gayness is his namesake, so he’s cumming out his closet
I nut on Jizz’s face, then learned that I had burned his eyes
I’m killin JIZM in this battle, shit this verse is spermicide
you should learn to hide, before my heat seekers nail your ass
they detected that you’re a flamer, and that your trailer trash
I love that sailor sash, you must be hunting Moby Dick
sorry I didn’t critique your rhymes, I barely noticed them
Did you hire soldier4ever to write this shit instead of you?
Cause I was going to say, I think your gettin better dude!
The key to success, is to suck dick and always practice
when I read your verse, I couldn’t flow it, I had to laugh it
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