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Peak #137
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Lil Rigga
Uploaded
September 22, 2006
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:00
Lyrics
I'll spray-this-cheat and show him not ta play-wit-heat
cuz see Rigga created math like Dre-and-Greeks/
Only drive-bye he can do is on a-bike-wavin
Dude gotz a bloody beard when usin a-spike-shavin/
Hidin from da wonderland sun as a mad-hatter
Hed hit some team dudez even if he was a bad-batter/
Waz in Good Burger cuz he goin in-da-grinder
They say loserz weeperz, ive alwayz been-a-finder/
b*** in love wit weed, so itz be time-to-spray
Real battle to da death, so my rhymez-do-slay/
Puff one, puff two, ill get anybody smoked-n-blazed
Hot rhymez as if ya waz in da desert gettin choked-n-dazed/
Dudez gettin sick, looks like hiz face got a grazz-stain
Thiz is a match where ya get shot, got his ass-slain/
Hiz flow is like a dead wind, cuz hiz- sh** -dont-blow-up
And like Drez Detox, bet thiz- b*** -wont-show-up/
Itz time to break-thiz-snitch, gonna have ta rake-thiz- b***
Cuz he a waste-in-thiz, so i dont gotta take-hiz- sh** /
Dude picks thru garbage bins in subway to-eat-fresh
Thought cannibal waz a sugar, so he'd stew-sweet-flesh/
Flowz so sharp they pierce eyes reading-a-sentence
This baby lost too much so he's feeling-repentance/
I got da nasiest barz, sh** comez from a durty-prison
Da dude gonna give up, cuz da wordz murk-me-risen/
He lovez wrestlin guyz, wit pussy he get none-in-bed
Fat ass cant work out now, so he'll run-when-dead/
Dude likez fuelin hiz ass, likez da injectin-wit-gaz
I spit like a lawn mower, like im collectin-da-grazz
Getz pissed wit albumz, so he may-take-da-leak
Im jus spittin venom, so thiz spray-makez-ya-weak/
Ill throw him in da win tho, but he jus breakin-da-glass*
Dude lovez gay animalz, cuz he gotz a snake-in-hiz-ass/
Ima get you sick, as if my sh** was haz-ard-ouss
Makin thiz sh** rewind, as if he haz-heard-thiz/
Usin da green mayne, as if you da real-east-side
Takin away ya genuine mic, makin ya feel-least-pride/
Readin da barz turn ya head, like you gettin slapped-by-that
Gotz a gangsta ansane mind, thought he waz strapped-wit-gatz/*
Cryin to mom on da phone, cuz he behind-da-win-dow
Gettin ass f*** ed wit Bj, cuz hiz partnaz mind-so-thin-whoa/**
Dudez proud to be a crook, he stole-from-da-best
Considered a ugly b*** , thiz troll-gotz-some-breasts/
I rather rap bout cheese than try to act like you
Cuz ya cant get money witout da chedda dude/***
Cant roll down da hill, witout da gravity-pull-ing
Ate a pintata cow, now ya got a cavity-bull-ring****
Flowz to da point n sharp, they'll cut ya like sheering
You gay to da right, cuz you got da wrong earring/
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