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Wuddup, its yo manz Woogsta. On a new project wit dat manz DC from Staten Island, NY. Gon drop a second mixtape n do it up big, keep yo eyes open for me.
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #849
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Woogsta
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
February 02, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Lyrics
U got burried dogg, so dont try n answer
Cuz i'll eat away at yo flesh like yo mothers cancer
Dissin my fam so ima put it down like this
My fam sound english, while yo fam sound like hiccz
U a country boi neva been in da city
but i was pumpin gauges when u was still on yo moms titty
Cmon faggot, wanna claim that u got a coke habit?
When u only sniffed a gram muthafucca thas it
Always been a fake kid always spoke da fake shit
Now i got u in yo casket ima bout to cremate it
Gon end yo life dogg, its ova, forget it
Im destroyin yo tracc like i snapped yo cassette disk
Yo shit sound crisp yea courtesy of yo mother
U right im on welfare, whatchu kno bout da gutta
born in da mountains and then raized on a farm
Ur already my son, i guess u could say i raped yo moms
When im done ima have yo whole team scared of me
Cuz all yo shit is tired, like yo moms after keematherapy
Claim u own a gun? man i dare u to pull it
Cuz playn football da only time u throwin bullets
Son i laugh atchu switch up then blast atchu
Dissin my pet dogg in yo diss...how fuccn sad is you
Lyrical gat blast at you, im surpassin you
I was puttin it down way before i collab'd wit you
Aint touchin my talent,
U Got it twisted, im da kings of all kings
While u da fag of all faggots
Laugh atchu bastard, im real i dont mask it
Missile launcher at yo crib to turn yo home to ashes
On my own of classes, no one in my league
Comin wit da beef? fall bacc u aint nuttin on da streets
bussin wit da heat
wit da barrel between yo lips so that when it spits
its gunnin for yo teeth
White boi lookin pale now, like Carmen Electra
Stop tellin lies dogg, i aint neva fuccn met ya
Tellin all yo boiz "oh yea, i met Woog"
When we both know i aint neva been to yo fuccn hood
Cuz if i got close to you, i'd put da toast to u
Which means i wouldnt be dissin u, i'd be rippin da ghost of u
Im da brit roccn da american flags dogg?
Nah, im da brit droppin yo american ass, dogg
Stop actin hard, u aint neva dealt no drugs
Spit lead in this kids head till i melt yo mug
Felt those slugz, da second they went up in ya
While u watched natasha get ate by my dog Simba
Now we both lame, wit a dogg diss each
To sleep i count sheep, while u count missin teeth
U been all lame
Till im hookin yo jaw got u reportin da damage in chinese
Where my Chin-Go Mayne
Wuzz up wit u callin me a vagina holmes
Get off diego's style bitch and fuccn find ya own
Puttin my hand on my hip, thas where da millys at
A bullet in his foot could kill him, cuz hes a heamaphilliac
My slugs gon heat ya fast
While u actin hard talkin like u tough when u said
U kno i'd beat yo ass
Feelin like a bitch now cuz yo pride be hurtin dogg
Leavin u tryna cover up, like when yo moms caught u jerkin off
Its certain dogg, as soon as our beef went to trax
That u had no chance like yo dead son Lance
Heard yo girl pregnant again, thas gangsta
Cuz thats another seed of urs i getta kill wit a coat hanger
Dont become a stranger, cuz i like dissin u
Hate to see a vato cry...but i like rippin u
Let them tears flow dogg while my cheers grow
I smell pussy and i also smell yo fuccn fear joe
U got a silent voice cuz nobody heres joe
Cuz he stays in second place, likes hes never been near gold
Da consequences dogg of fuccn wit a pro
Is ur whole image bein lost like remote controls
Shut da fucc up hoe cuz u aint nuttin man
Actin like Jamaicans cuz u always doin da 'runnin man'
U dont step on no streets or walk on any toes
So i stayn wit da heat till im chalkin up joe
Strippin y'all of credit till i leave yo team naked
Wit metal behind y'all lips...but i dont mean braces
Catch u slippin pull da hammer and blast it
Have yo bitch ass skinny dippin in a barrel of acid
Rip yo teeth out and butcher each of these limbs
Make u feel fly after death, cuz i'll putcha feet into timb's
Spit a truth bullet to yo forehead
Till u get it thru ur head
That there aint comin bacc bitch cuz ur dead
Stoppin
