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PAPER CHASE
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,623
Peak in subgenre #236
Author
Paper Chase feat. Cam Phetty AKA Killa Instinct
Rights
2003 paper chase productions
Uploaded
November 22, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
paper:
I spit flows on tha mic
I'm a well known agitator
'cuz i make it count like i'm working
with a calculator
flow salivator, alpha beta, out for paper
ho calibrator
picture painted by tha palet maker: paper chaser
runnin down other rap makers
fucking ass shaking bitches from
tha back playa
charged up like a battery
and if you're mad at me
it's gonna take yer whole facilty
to shatter me
you challenge me to battle me
yer bound to be tha sad one
cuz i'm gonna beat you like
your muthafuckin dad does
when you hear a flow your bound to throw
yer hands up
like i'm on tha stage in a mask with a hand gun
i'm number one, yer nuthin punk
rhyming like yer something great
even with a nine
you couldn't be close to number eight
so....
take yer place at tha bottom of tha list
you couldn't be head king if you
sucked a lot of dick
yer a bitch with a wish to be crisp
but you never will
rhyming all that gangsta shit is
probably gonna get you killed
put tha mic down and
never pick it up again
find another trend
'cuz yer suckin at tha one yer in
yer done with it
get a job or something kid
cuz i'm sick of muthafuckas
sayin that they bustin for tha fuck of it
you do it for tha love of it
and try to make a couple bucks
i'm trying ti make a couple mill
and then double up,
so what tha fuck?
you can suck my dick
until I bust a nut
call yer lover slut
and only fuck her ass and nuthing butt
Killa:
nuthin but,
me kickin sick rhymes
studies at yer girls house
on tha 69
you get annoyed
like you gotta wipe six times
women bite on my dick
like bite lines
you never got pussy
i often do
you couldn't get laid
if it was a prostitute
make jokes and yer buddies
say stop it dude
i can smell yer boys comin
youz a rotten crew
but you think yer all ballers
'cuz yer holding ice
im so holy, had to
take on tha roll of christ
take so many chances
like tha roll of dice
hold yer breath kid
yeah, like i hold yer wife
quick to tont thoughts
as a poltergeist
the only thing women know
is they know im nice....
give you anthrax cuz my rhymes is toxic
haters get slapped
cuz they run and talk shit
got guns
but they to weak to cock it
tha type of drug dealers
that don't make prophet
you off it
tried to stop it
i think you lost it
can't write rhymes
like yer fingers is frost bit
took yer fucken brain
like a salad and tossed
past you tha torch
and you straight up dropped it
a novice, still getting sent
to tha office
cops stop in and start talkin
'bout tha pot shit
you'd probably listen
but you high off a pop tent
tried to study
but Mary Jane dropped in
Paper:
i drop flows like they hot
from tha stove top
all up in my palm
and change it up
like a nose job
bitches hold cocks
if tha doughs locked
all up in they palm
like a purse held tight
when they go shop
see me phone cops
to your block
when i'm on mine doin' crimes
screwin' dimes
at tha same time doin' lines
who am I?
tell me if you know
'cuz i don't yo
think it's from my madd
drug addiction but I don't know
cho cho's all up in my nose holes
sniffin it
tell me that it's gonna kill me
I don't give a shit
I'm a fucken day closer
to my last day soldier
then my days over
so you know i'll never
take orders
I'm just gonna hop state borders
holdin str8 quarters
sell 'em at tha high school
to nine cool skate boarders
Lace doja
so when tha peeps try a hit
they get all high and shit
and keep fucken buyin it
evil mind i posess
but it's fine 'cuz it gets
any dime any cheque
if I rhyme and I bet
you can bet
that tha papers gonna take it home
'cuz when i rhyme it's like
you left yer fucken brain at home
I'm taking no guff
from tha little ho sluts
they can open up their mouths
when i bust a full nut
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