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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #156
Peak in subgenre #73
Author
fiktion
Uploaded
March 13, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:37
Lyrics
Dont think you gonna pull a fast or slick one dog
This'll be ya last delivery - domino click`ll fall
So lay down, barely touched him in the ring
I think its pretty obvious that you aint fuckin with the king
This cat should play the part of fan its too hard on ya heart to stand
Stick to makin beats, clappin your retarded hands
The prize is mine, cop his tracks, he cant afford a drought
Because I got this in the bag like I ordered out
Its all eyes on me
This fat fuck here got "Buddens"(buttons) poppin off more than Saigons beef
Do shows but none of ya verses astound
Nicknamed "Nervous the Clown" with that permanent frown
Is the circus in town? No woman would service him now
Its got him, cursin, n down as the dirt on the ground
The voices in his head scream "youre worthless" all around
Until he dives into the deep end and purposely drowns
Yea I heard that you was bipolar
And how your mothers always buggin ya to stick with ya medication and diet soda
You never rhymin sober, dog, that dont define a soldier
You somewhere between a dick and an asshole - a giant choda
Every pic where hes out his house he always sulkin
Its like hed rather be home alone like mccauly culkin
So drop the frontin like you got guap
Dog cuz now the voters puttin Engine on the block like a chop shop
Little question though, if you an engineer
Then why you collect disability every year you heavy queer?
Ya flowin aint sickness, just schmoe on my shitlist
Only openin gifts on Christmas due to social assistance
The last show that he rocked out..
Was kinda funny, ended up with him climbin a building and gettin shot down
Sure we can all agree, thats wack soundin
Im sayin King Kong aint perform since Jack Black found him
And I aint gettin all the craze
This faggot had to be an engineer so he could reinforce the stage
I heard him claim his 'office' was the mic booth
I hope you keep your day job and dont rely on 'beat' sales like dwight schrute
I copped his production, thought I bought a sick sound
But his beats are hit and miss like rihanna and chris brown
And yo I bet he pop a lotta pills
This cat lookin like bobbi hill was cast into a zombie film
So getya eyes off a slot in the finals, that there's mine
You got a babyface with grandpas hairline
Ill use the money to cop ya shoes, Im only showin for kicks
Against the biggest engineer fail next to tacoma bridge
