Death of a spider(Spida-man diss)
The diss to this fradualent emcee 'Spida-man'
1/2 Of Streetsweepers(Verbal Wor,Hypnotiq Truth)
Story behind the song
Once upon a time, a trash emcee by the name of Spidaman(dick rider) said a punchline "Rock'n'Roll like heavy metal" The Great King Hypnotiq Truth(king of sparta) noticed this and sluaghterd him verbaly.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
This is tactical espionage hidden garage duece trey manage//slaying Hyp a mirage get cha fuckin clothes//and follow home//While I use adamantium claws and rip thru ya collar bone bitch//dis aint no party music you fuckin stupid?//my word plays non-pellucid//gifted rhymes philology evolved way surpassed ya bitch ass nigganometry//its comedy the way you fuck yaself//dun like prodigy//trynna come off like a cannon look brandon//ill gut chu like a fish u fuckin salmon//dare step to this//a methodist ill run razors blades across ya eyes and wrist pride and chips//uh fuck it//ill replace ya braids scraping them off with a scalp//dent the curb with ya mouth//then im out, spit on ya raps(*spit*)//Shadow box you with razor blades on my gloves// in a pool filled with alcohol methyane in the snubs//fuck you think this is//its old shit//I bagged more girls in ya fuckin future by year of '06//Brandon got skill?you worm theres nothing there//I spit radioactive raps and perm ya mothafuckin hair//bitch
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Verse 2:
Its a beautiful thing//my lyrics shine like a beautiful ring//Im drawn to ears like comics writtin by stand lee crutial caffine//but im not here to talk from the hand//im hear to web lyrics cuz u dick ride spider man//hmmm bitches got chu singing bout dat love tip//ill flip the script rip and slit ya wrist//then turn around and hawk walk and talk more shit about chu while im taking a piss//After this shit you'll buck//But anywayz...ill do some next shit like bend ya leg//or str8up introduce ya brother garret to Jenny Craig// im fucked up//and you just as good as dead//you..(sample:Might find ya legs being replaced by steel)//nigga ill split cha figure//the trigger will rip my finger//the singer that cooks his dinner//is the ringer that book ya sinner//so go to hell bitch, ill meet ya there//greet my fear//you'se a pretty bitch lightskin braided hair...
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