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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,348
Peak in subgenre #1,707
Author
Sli
Uploaded
February 25, 2010
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Lyrics
i do this in my spare time, call it an odd job,
long applauds keep me from blowin like bomb squads,
with my skill, advancin fast like a montage,
feel of bliss and it aint from smokin this ganj,
it may just be me, but this song should be longa,
your lucky if your name was metioned on this song HA,
i hope you can understand you dont got the wrong thoughts,
ill just let the bomb drop, this diss its an onslaught,
you pushed me to do it, cause your pissin me off lots,
you just a kid, you should be skippin to hopskotch,
id get a harder pop in the mouth from some pop rocks,
i better calm it down, for im up in the cop shop,
imma keep goin, you know i will not stop,
when we meet well do it like queen and we'll rock ya,
heres your beef so you dont need it when you shop HA,
call me with your gloves up i surely will box ya.
[Verse 2]
now when you say you gonna show up, i blow up,
i throw up at how sick this flow cuts through your throat so grow up,
lets go toe to toe and see how fast you gettin sewed up,
and im only gettin started man im just hangin my coat up,
now say whatchya mean and f*** in mean whatchya say,
dont hide behind that screen, come on thats the cowards way,
i got more f*** in power then you ever could generate,
listen as i demonstrate the hate as i eliminate,
this is a touchy subject like talkin bout womens weight,
you look like gene simmons date, its late, you should be in at eight,
you just a tiny flame, my game can incinerate,
so seize the stuff, or youll end up on my dinner plate,
hope this hits your heart, hard enough to penetrate,
i will never say ok, i will never play your games,
i wont settle at your level, thats a big definatly,
shouldnt be actin estatic cause im crackin up laughin,
[verse 3]
No i aint stoppin just know that talkin aint an object,
this topic is unforgotten,
im plottin to drop um off of the planet,
so understand it, and man im so underhanded,
with rhymes thatll keep um standin,
demandin sh** like i planned it,
i betchyu everytime i spit somethin you freeze,
with these tricks up in my sleeve,
with sh** you wouldnt beleive, hit subliminaly,
just itchin for you to bleed,
cause your existance is pissin me off everytime that you breathe,
i thinks its time that you leave, for' i smack all of your teeth,
knocked out with you on your street, PLEASe your screamin at me,
but its easy with the last name healey to hitchu and really, i wont miss,
but i insist, when we meet my fists will hit you more than this diss,
this diss is like onions, cause no doubt its gonna make you cry,
with collinz ridin shotgun, we gonna drop um, we gon' do it sli-ly,
and i high-ly doubt, that your ever gonna try me out,
your boysll scream, mine'll shout, this is my final bout.
