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Rap freestyle group.
Aight....I ain't really a band,lol, just me, and a couple of cats from back home...rappin, freestylin' and shit...lol
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
He jocked me, so I ain't lookin' like a chump.
Lyrics
Yo YO'......this is Fux MUTHA FUCKASSSSS Yeah fucking YEAH....that's what I'm fuckin' sayin...
I already told you, u don't want it wit' Fux/
My cuss words buck like trucks hittin' chumps/
What u expected me to duck? You dumb Fuck/
U, butt Fuck your boys over dump trucks 'cause u an ass slut/
Keep ur mouth shut, 'for you feel my gun butt/
You cum slut wit' lips on everyone's butt/
Because u couldn't get at Joli's Cunt/
'Cause u a runt wit' a stunted cock, barely a lump/
You a self admitted suburban-ite, reppin' gangsta shite/
Jerkin' ur dick at night to pictures from ur bible site/
God laughin' at u, cyberin' ur cyber slut bitch/
Really a man makin' u cum while u clutch it/
U fuckin' love it, just like how ur dad dunnit/
When u was seven bent over pucked up to suck it/
He got HIV, get tested B', supressed in ur memory/
Is him up your ass, restin' on ur chest in XTC/
U don't wanna flex wit' me, jus cause I'm untested B'/
Don't mean I ain't best ya, See, U a whack bitch/
You don't know rap shit, u ain't black kid/
So stop tryin' to act it, ur style's graphic/
But it ain't elastic or tasid enough to pass it/
As anythin' but bad shit about to be compacted/
Into lactic acid in my stomach as I ingest it/
You say Brits can't rap? I'm sicker than Jehst bitch/
You reppin that u got guns and gats and coke and crack/
You the one that's whack, all you got is neat toys/
The only street u bouncin' wit, is Back Street Boys/
You ain't heard a Phat Beat's noise, country boy/
Beef? All u do is annoy, it's like faggots Ahoy/
See, u a faker in a bad mood wit' bad attitude/
This ain't the place for u to be who u wish u were dude/
I hate to break it to you, but I gotta say/
You know all those pics you post? u lookin' gay/
Tatt's of whack shit, hair done wit' hair spray/
Tux on tight, suburbanite bitch, don't go out at night/
I'mma find u wit' a flash light and smash u right/
In the site of ur crew wit' a lighter and a Mic/
I'll spit lyrics, u'll ignite as ur soul's imbibed/
See, when it comes to rap I ain't got no equals/
I run through u and hit Neurotic TWO cause u a sequal/
A freak who'll do anythin' to get his internet respect/
Except be real, cause I inspect, I see a net Junkie not a vet/
A racist, course ur gonna hate on me cause I'm a brit/
It fits in wit' ur character, it's why u sit on my dick/
You'd fit in better in an adult gay chat room/
On web cam jackin' ur dick and ridin' a fat broom/
To some whack goon, cummin' over u like rocket plumes/
You've been consumed, go back to the real world/
You just an internet nerd looking to the net for a life/
You ain't gonna get anythin' but a knife/
Go be a pop artist and stick to writing your love songs/
About your one and only boo, and her glove thongs/
Her long johns and how attractive she is and ur hard shlong/
Shame she's fake as u reppin' u've smoked a bong/
So so long, you've been consumed, u ain't gettin' exhumed/
But hey it's your life you can live it how u like/
But startin' fight's wit' mutha fucka's like me wit teeth/
Wit' beef out on the street looking for fresh meat.
Is a one way ticket to what lies beneath/
U don't know the street life, it's weak dice/
U don't know how lucky you are u spoilt geek dyke/
I'd trade in London any day to be a suburbanite/
Motha fucker.......
