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#159,310 today
Peak #1,385
#99,640 in subgenre
Peak #762
Uploaded
August 12, 2003
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
First off, im killin focus liike 30 smirnoffs/
Like Playin 'chess' with 2 broads, playmates with shirts off/
I carve my initials on you like birthmarks/
This cat doesnt have a 'clue' so im sendin u home(holme) like Sherlock/
You wouldnt blow up even under a microscope/
You sound like a dyke on the mic/
Just a ho with a gay flow/
Its not ur day tho, cuz behind my bars ur 'ass is gettin fucked up' like droppin soap in a prison cell/
Im killin competition like a Cartel/
Spittin ammunition at this bitch like a bomb shell/
Your site(his web site) atrracts more geeks than Roswell(the alien crash site)/
I make u meet defeat like this battle was a foot surgery/ (meet the feet)
Why bother spittin, kamikazes couldnt even murder me/
My tapes end your carreer like Nixon and the Watergate robbery/ (look this up if u dont know this shit, mad history shit)
No one would spin your shit even if u teached pottery/
Your lines are cheat, like charlie Chaplins phone bill/(charlie champlin, mute(a mime), line(phoneline), get it?)
Im rippin u apart like a cyclone kill/
You got no battle skills, how you got this far is kinda funny/
Cuz youll never feel a real win tho(window), even if u were a crash test dummy/
Cuz your raps are trash, your style is more ass the Vida Guerra/(this bitch has a bangin ass, her whole carreer is based on it)
You fucken dirty tramp, you know you lost so bow down to your newest champ/
The only way your Focused is cuz you got blazed up while you were trapped in my rap 'concentration' camp/
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