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Criz
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Only thing ill about Criz is when he's swallowing jizz.
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Song Info
Charts
Peak #3,047
Peak in subgenre #1,652
Rights
Deela
Uploaded
October 08, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:09
Story behind the song
Kiddy called me out, I accepted, and spent 20 minutes making this shit.
Lyrics
Got some immortal lyrics? Well I fucken contort this spirit I've tried but your shit, I still can't hear it Being in my crew Is ya fucking blessing, Cuz outta everyone your the only one I resent man Ya shit wouldn't be a hit if you bit it from the count down Ya shits dry like an eternal drought now I don't even have to try on this verse it took me ten minutes IL' coming up stimpy leave him like rens' finished Ill Criz, Ya just bellow air like fuckin will smith Make ya my enema cuz you just spill shit Ya only bustin a 22 taking up ballet Cuz criz is just an anchor at the bottom like a relay I could rip you rhymen over britney spears Cuz when I listen to u I wish I had defeain ears Kid I could spit nursery rhymes and still beat you ...So Here we go Twinkle Twinkle, Demolish this star How I wonder where you are Im up above you my shits so high With a diamond I slash your eyes I just rapped ya to sleep bitch, fall out ya cradle spin ya fucken head like jews with draydles, This immortal vamp I'll put a steak through ya heart, call it my next break through of art Cuz clits above ya I'm just raping the charts Clittykull is in this call me a gynecologist If you were doin standup comedy U couldn't even line a diss I got proof your more of a bitch than I am I'll cut ya from this site like I slit ya eyelids I'm named after a pussy but you'll be the one spitting blood Stitch ya up after this ripping bubz, I keyed this audio see and i'll Leave this kid dead after an apesiotomy Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! I smell the blood of an Immortal bum. Be he 'live, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread. Strap ya neck to a noose u just hang off my words Typing ya shit, only time ya'd finger bang my verse Cuz by the time I'm done slaughterin ya it'll be dinner in a hearse Bitch constantly messages me askin me to get up on a track It'd never happen unless im runnen ya over and splat Bitch is eatin corn flakes we all know he wants a cock or two Playin on fuse, ya just wanna be soxen dudes Kid ya a dime a dozen so don't be wagen see cuz This nurse'll drop ya out quicker than teen pregnancy does
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