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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #847
Peak in subgenre #381
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
April 06, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:57
Lyrics
I fuck up meks
I'm like a bad mechanic
with a voice so stressed
I guess your close to panic
damage up the system
when I turn up the oven
if skill recognize skill
you familia as fourth cousins
I straight slug 'im
I'm buggin on the issue
cause I can blow through 'im
like a weak piece a tissue
why do you exist dude?
just another waste of flesh
you got flavor?
I bet it's a taste of death
my tapes the sex
yours a dollar hand job
your styles like a broken leg
at a stand off
fuckin worthless
watch his joint get murdered
and if you're killin me
it's cause I died of laughter when I heard it
I'm ruthless, I turn his family to mourners
cause in a battle
meks is comin' up short like midgets on a street corner
your just a wack mc with a sober flow
I've killed better rappers
at a solja boy show
I'm kickin with onebelo in the VIP
only way you're gettin in is pickin' up my drinks
you cocky little fuck
straight up, your freestyles suck..
you got less game than a dusty set of golf clubs
sup blood..
I thought I heard a wussy rap
checked in and was like..
damn.. I thought I saw a pussy cat
sad fact is that you lack appeal
the thing about your verses
is they lack anything that I can feel
on the real, you're dead once the smokin starts
this kids more bitch than a broken heart
sad excuse for a street poet, soap box battler
I'll put that bull to rest, like a top notch matador
faggot shit's all meks spit with them pussy lips
his bitch clique told me that the kid shits dicks
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