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Peak #65
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
enef
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enef
Uploaded
February 20, 2007
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:01
Lyrics
this cat aint wanna battle, check the thread
one thing he was right about he is gonna see me in the finals
im the one to follow
the truth is, you love the cock, and for J-nyce it aint hard thing to swallow
spit a gun line, you soft as a car pleather
fuck pouring out shots, why is ya bars tender
you aint from the bay
name one person on rapmusic.com that doesnt think that ya gay
now he bitchin you lucky you in the spot you at
make this loss a fit on ya head like i copped you a hat
id love to wreck em, fuck black and blue
the way i leave this faggot it aint on the color spectrum
im hotter than he is, no matter how you boil it
hes gonna throw in the towel sink and the fuckin toilet
quit lying yo big chin ass is all laughs
not even sylvester stallone could hang off that
you're a joke to be told i hope when old
im hoping he know, his big nose look like my big toe
and how the fuck is anyone feelin this dousche
ill smack him with his own shoe to put his heel in the boot
im heat in the booth, fuck john wilkes
when i hit em with a lincoln, atleast he'll go out with some class
ill quote skrybe ya nuthing but ass patch
treat the cartel disc like a joint and pass that
and you the man to be challeneged
you mentally challenged, step to me fag
you missin the point mike vanderjagt
u know enef smashin on all
cause this time, he aint pullin an owens, hes catchin all balls
be real about this, no need to lie
how in the fuck are you gonna mention my name like 10 times
trying to include me in ya arguements, thats straight proof
that J cant get enough of my dick
you love sick puppy, get off my scrotum
j's giving head to the pole, so ima call em a totum
guns you dont tote em, stop lieing
ya gangsta story could be put on DVD and i still aint buyin it
beat switch
You aint got swagger, why you look like rick james
when you look at his past and all it consists of is my dick stains
you ride everyones cock form me to bux
how the fuck you on the grind when all of ya shit sucks
n its a proven fact you look like a dork
im surprised you dont rock air brushed shorts
the first cat i ever heard of with chin cancer
and you the reason why rapmusic is declinin
cause you on the same shit that everybodys rhymin
you could barely beat an off beat omen, so let me ask you
if you didnt DQ, would Damien of moved past you
probably, but then again bitch moves ya fortae
you got a shade of white in you yell fuck crackers
you skateboard with The Pack, but thats the white in you
n you rock shirts that look like night gowns
when he scrapes on the street, thats cause he trips over his own feet
i know im high pitched, you on the otherhand
sound like a bad ventriliquist spittin a shitty verse through a coke can
how the fuck did you make the semis
lemme guess, you gonna spit a semi line, about me not havin a semi
i got autos, i aint talkin bout guns
its votes, noone likes you, so ill send a postcard from the finals
and how the fuck you getting past
you the terd that wont flush, you look like one, so uh fuck gettin gassed
you're a waste of bandwith
J the type to smell his palm with the same hand he tries to hand you ya ass with
and thats a homo statement not only do you look like it, but after this
J's gonna be going ape shit
you got a foot for a head
if he wins he gonna cop some platinum toenail clippers to cut his hair
and that aint dandriff, its athletes foot
if it itches its cause madden aint give him
a play by play on how to use it
i got a hypeman, cant get enef of me
could get you to rob someone cuz you keep stickin up for me
if i needed ya input, id plug you in
i aint even plug in my mic, what makes you think you gonna win
yousa a joke, a big giant ball of sad
ya pops walked out on you, so you call janitor ya dad
you aint tough but you commin into fair play
this footface use tough actin tanactin as a hair spray
if you do
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