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DARK ROOM
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Photo Shoot DISS RESPONSE
rap reggae florida freestyle battle mike sick diss dice man okc soldier cold winter jamaican carey undefeated casselberry
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Im 23, I Rap Battle, and Im PHUCKN Hungry. Bring Your shyt! www.myspace.com/TheColdWars
Im 23, I Rap Battle, and Im PHuckn Hungry as Hell! Bring YER SHYT!!! www.myspace.com/TheColdWars Check me out, and thanks for your support.
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Peak #3,285
Peak in subgenre #122
Author
The Diceman
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June 01, 2008
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MP3 2.1 MB 128 kbps 2:14
Story behind the song
I dissed this kid like a year ago, and last week he tried to make a comeback, NOT HAPPENING.
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His name is PHOTO Shoot he must like camera holdn, cuz at my next photo shoot, he will be camera holdn. See women LIKE to view it HOMOS like yer taste in music, If you were some FREE GAS: people would refuse it... Yer shits not the bomb son cuz i just defused it. Ill lock you in the DARK ROOM this SHIT is SO AMUSING A pictures worth a thousand words,Genltlemen, Ladies, DONT REPEAT some shit We've heard, Damn he must be Crazy. AFTER PHOTOSYNTHESIS, yer face was frozen lookn like ya did in ya mothers Kodak Moments. Im the Diceman Zackery listen, this is last diss Ill waste my time spittn. Diss Tracks serve as Distractions nerd when i heard you had a come back reaction I thoughtCHEW got sick Trynta JACK IT ~OFF~ ive got MORE BALLS than a Play Place IN THE MALL, You GET more BALLS then some dogs at the Park. Ill topple u like Pogs, im snatchn up Trophies, like a SLAMMER to yer face, Poppn HERPIES. PEE ES, NEEDS to QUIT this MATCH quickly and P.S. PEOPLE Dont believe you like RIPELY. cuz ya more fake than the Beer thatcha sippn, Just kiddn, hes just a kidd and,he stakes and SHAKES ill leave a quarter when im tippn, YOUR A FAKE Yer uglier than Sin Kid, yer face i cant belive yer mother had to get drunk, just to breast feed. and even then, yer mom played rock, paper, scissors, to figure out which one shed use to killya Covern yer head witha sock/ Bash yer skull in whith a largest ROCK, and THEN POP Paper serves as a fine flesh scraper, toss yer body in the STANLEY DRAPPER scissors diggn up yer gizzards,fry em up in a pan, give em to my vistors. Dont Matter how we do this, tryna battle me's like WALKING OVER SEAS HAHA Youll keep LOSE'N
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