vs mic calione, abl, rapbattles.com
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Lyrics
calione, ya frontin, you aint gotta keep it up
you bout as italian as some pasta from pizza hut
i've seen enough, ya mouth, you needa leave it shut
wanna be a thug? get beatin up until your ears are leakin blood
ya style is cheap n sucks, that look, and you think that shits hot?
ill creep up behind you n cut off them fuckin shitlocks
....you get got, you aint real, this is hip hop
you aint got skill unless your lickin up ya boyfriends dick snot
rockin pink flip flops, bitch, ima defeat ya
im bout to see if i can fit ya dreded head in my freeza
i spit sianide, it's even betta than eetha
i make emcees choke quicker then some mexican reefa
i murda what i'm spittin at, w/ written raps, your gettin smashed
i'm rippin cats,just listen man, you finishin a distant last
you aint original or ill....your busted, and ya grill is wack
good thing you gotta lil beard, ya chin looks like a midgets ass
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....dont be gettin mad, das me, im choppin heads
my power's intense, i easily see through you & ya coward threats
you mad fake, whose image you coppin next?
cuz the 1 you got right now is kinda bitten offa das efx
you a clown, you aint thuggin it out...
you talk half that shit in the street, you gettin punched in the mouth
i aint fuckin around...i heard enough, kid, you'll catch lumps
you aint bustin slugs unless you crushin bugs on the ground
ima verbal carnavour, ima just waitin for the next beef...
you dead meat, ya best piece aint neva gonna test pete
the only vote you'll prolly eva get is zed peace
he's pet and he dont really wanna step against me next week
