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Genre
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Peak #1,919
Peak in subgenre #935
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Prestige - 24/12/06
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December 24, 2006
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:01
Lyrics
So you tell me that your gonna be much better next year
what fucking miraculously, miricles dont happen round here
i know im writing this round christmas but jesus dont love you
yer your a virgin like his mother but he treats you like dog poo
And dont get me fucking started on your freestyles
its like your mind is a cabinet that needs a fuckin refile
yes thats right a rethink cos you spit dyslexic
mummys boy i see ambicle cords still connected
renegade running away from the troubles faced everyday
Like british soldiers shower raping weak brigades
i mean it must be a struggle having to work a cafe
with extra shifts, fuck man, can you cope, you OK
i mean i heard about your trauma and i pissed myself
this dude is so whack he even had to diss himself
i checked you pic and those eyebrows are an eyeful
your cute, for 4 years olds who ent got no idols
its sad cos you aint got no hip hop intuition
better get fucked and give up this competition
renditions of your life really bore me shitless
your so shit even suge knight struck you off his hitlist
and its great how i can see that
they sell you whole clothing entourage down at gap
from the tight black shirt to the nike cap
you deserve a forehead tatoo depicting TWAT
I love the way you have to pay to be the spotlight
I earn my own respect and dont fake respect its not nice
now you know that your a big fake with no real fans
BJ holds on with big lips and grasping hands
so basically you waste your whole paycheck on soundclick
your stuck inside the closet and the handles not found yet
and you wonder why your fucked up at 25
now can you really say theres anything to show in your life
i mean apart from tugging off in the work stalls over KIM
smearing vaseline around the walls you stick it in
the little carboard tube from the toilet paper
kim is spotty 16 and weighs the same as air freight does
i put my tracks on cd its appreciated
you put your tracks on cd price depreciated
and main reason (FUCK IT) Jay B Made It
I reckon you make in kentucky, but only cos u ent laid yet
so you make it out that you will be the next big thing
right why dont you lighten up and maybe learn to sing
or some other career path because you just cant rap
which twat friend told you were good at that
everybody check out my hardcore nerd metaphors
Jay B you are a mop with which i wipe the floor
lyrical scorn of phsysically pure rap with hysterical form
you'd better get out front and learn to mow this lawn
no not metaphorically i mean grab the mower
you couldnt hack the cafe you'll love it tomorrow
do you remember back on the first day you started
when all the girls were whispering 'is that dude retarded'
And if i asked for extra cream i would really get it
Your a sick little bastard but i wouldnt sweat it
because noone really gives a flying fuck about you
infact the world would twice the place it is without you
just a whiteboy figuring he makes the right noise
still soul searching, jay BJ'd the right boy
lyrical genius so i can keep my head up
But you just JAY B so i'd think you'd give up
