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Say Goodbye Nikki
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haha he finished straight up, this kids done with
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker! - - I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
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Charts
Peak #313
Peak in subgenre #172
Author
Happyface Killer
Rights
2006
Uploaded
August 15, 2006
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 2:36
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Straight out the gay bar, a motherfucker named nikki you dont believe me, then ask his boyfriend ricky yeah its nick the dick, he gives a dick a lick n this poor kid has never had a chick on his dick talk shit, say he controlls the town guns went to get a haircut n he getting his eyebrows done n now he raps but he doesnt know that he stink he go to a funeral, the fag still wears pink this guy goes all homo when he dance n drink n come out the closet like lance in n sync man you aint rich, you lack money in your cards n you as hard as the homos back in the yard nikki on top, he giving clay aiken a ride he got married but got mistaken for the bride dont gat on your side, y you talking so hot? your music is like a hooker, it's sucking a lot now check it, dont be messing with a true killa your a pharmacist n go n say you a drug dealer you dont got a gun or a glock you jogging in your panties is the only time that you running the block i rip you on a track, you ass is being thorn i'll go back in time to stop you from being born i look at you n say you a rat snitch on crack n think you fly cause you got a fat bitch on your track nikki keeps on saying that he a grown man dawg you aint shit, you live with mom at home man bitch you get no loot you rapping in a public telephone is the only you spit in a booth you made ten tracks on me, get a life sonny you broke n rap about money damn your lifes is funny check the clothes this hoe wear his rap careers like a bullet shot in the sky, it's going nowhere just give it up cause my flow hot like semen n aint your momma teach you not to fuck with demons? i see men n i easily take em out they fear me n i easily make them shout this here is my terretory man, you should stay out you aint even rap yet, you already played out i wrote this in a day man, i lay tracks quick i ripped you on three songs, this ones a hat trick you think you that big? i shoudl call you bridget your shitty voice sound like you a motherfucking midget your girfriend a cow, imma end you now n you beating me is just not in the menu pawl dont really hate on rappers but believe me you whack n your career is over man, just leave it at that got you a job at the circus, you just a clown b i'm a bomb, i fuck up any thing around me your girl is round b n you dont oustound me she dont even want your dick, she wants a brownie i dont even really know how this faggot found me n i think he sniffing more blow than rober downy so dress up n go walk in your dead town but make sure that you put your motherfucking head down
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