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SUP PEOPLE,,,
THIS YA MAN NOLA , JUST URGING YALL TO HAVE A LISTEN TO MY WORDS.
THNX FOR YOUR TIME
NONE OTHER
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,021
Peak in subgenre #4,889
Author
Nola/Stoupe
Uploaded
October 19, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
G-force battle:
Make g-force hand me his heart/ or make it jump from his lungs/ as I roll over him til I damage my car/…2
Tie this bastard to the back of a tractor/ drag him thru the outback/ while traveling after kangaroo jack/ wit my jacket/…4
Yo must think you paul hogan/ tryna wrestle a gator/ the heavens can’t save ya/ once I put this message on paper/…6
Like im hannible lector/ brandishing weapons/ dammage this peasent/ watching him parrish in seconds/…8
Imagine this fellah/ you stapped to my arrogant message/ flat-n ya g-force helmet protection from cabinet pressure/…10
As pastor and reverands/ pray over ya corpes trashed in the wreckage/with ya body fucked up just as bad as my spelling/…12
Or would you rather this better/ me stab you wit rusty daggers, axes and shovels/ with ya mouth gagged in a muzzle/…14
take you atop the oprah ask you what option you wanted/ sumthing hot in ya nugget/ or a drop for the public/ fuck it/ push you off the top of the summit/ with the gun in hand, you commit susicide on the way down from plumit/ you rather be dead than survive the drop and you suffer/ with tubes coming out of stomac/ on sum oxygen fuckah/…6
I make ya father pissed that you was shot in mother/he wishes she suck him/ and that he wouldah got him a rubber/…8
Come g ,You not ill cuz you stuck with std’s/ are the best mc/just becuz you got herpes 3/…2
Let me give you a hint/ I think you got syphilis bitch/ cuz that shit on ya lips/ got sum shit on it’s lips/…4
I got you mad cuz you lack heat/ no matter how sad all ya tracks be/them shits cant be half as bad as ya acne/…2
You’d got more votes/if you no showed/you couldn’t flow cold/ if you stapled ya tablet up under ya snowboard/…4
And rode a half pike,but what yo friend say?/this nigga is muscle pain releiver,I believe he “been gay”/…6
Finish the rest of this rookie/ you wouldn’t when if bobby digital wrote you a rhyme while you rest in his bosom/…8
Record it pressed it and put it/ in the stores with the rest of them losers/ and you got votes from the best of the WU click/…10
With rhyme phrases hiting him/ thru worm holes and time space contimuims/I gottah find graves and digg’em up/…12
Redesign ways to kill a slut/ like putting you ina centrifical force spinning hub/ and don’t stop till I spill ya blood/…14
And just when you think I’m done/ I send ya body pieces to Mrs. Macdonald and take a picture when she see her son/…16
I hope you don’t come mentioning bars/ thinking I’m Lord/ hope you can get a win just cuz you bring up my flaws/…2
And the things I can possibly lack as an artist/ cuz the only thing my masterful raps are lacking is garbage/…4
I’ll have ya defeat make-n ya paper/ little kids pass ya blood stains on the pavement /thinking its make up/…2
Sumbody give him a red pill and wake him up/ and while ya at it strip his elite status,get the fuck/ and take the lost/…2
Ya rhymes couldn’t be the shit if you wrote it while you take a dump/and you had to used ya tablet for toilet paper son/…4
Even if ya ass was getting drunk/ ya alcohol level still not high enough to spit that fire to rip the one/…6
I’ll stick empty foster cans in ya ass/jab my staff in ya back/ and wave my american flag/in ya land/…8
The only way you survive my saliva liquid is if you can breathe/ under the sea/ bout 10,000 leagues/...2
The only way you don’t lose is if you conceed/ the only way ya soul don’t parrish is if you believe/…4
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