Ill Fated = Killed...(again)
-The one and only-
Nice is...
=
Curtisey
I'm Nice...
Story behind the song
..nah..
just takin out the trash as usual..
Lyrics
Guess who's back at it...Curt the best with it...
vest and tek fitted...
oh no...he didn't...gather his he-bitches...
trying to see if his...ass'll recieve stitches...
after I beat him with...a bat...and keep hitting...
cracking his teeth in then...slapping this bitch faggot...
prick bastard...with ease...is it...
because I've already clapped half of his team...
why should he think that he's different...?
I'm guessing this lame clown...found a weapon to bang now...
he's testing his aim out...attempting to claim how...
my styles...taken his same route...
but I don't spit every single thing...that ever came outta Jay's mouth...
Tali was right when...he said that you might get...
taken of your life if...you step to your highness...
and I aint talkin bout Midas III...
all the live tracks you make...retire in dirt...
me being soft...is quite the obsurd...
except after long nights of piping ya Earth...
already beaten this lame...twice eaten and slain...
without even leaving a stain...
thinking Imma handem a win...
like Kanye -you won't be speaking the same...after tapping your chin...
who is this fat fuck...claiming he got the gat tucked...
only time holdin shells...was back when u had lunch...
oh you bad huh...?...stop making me laugh young...
I dump on cats easy...just call me a mac truck...
mad that he got sonned...for hangin with midgets...
and ugly white bitches...posing -while he taking the pictures...
shit...I gave you the scripture...to live ya raps according ta...
but you've flopped more...like unstrapped accordians...
listen nigga...I talk street,eat,breathe and live it...
the fuck I gotta prove to a queef sneezing pigeon...?...
don't believe...than I'll show you with a magazine...
throw you inna vat of grease... :sidenote:
who the fuck said you was nice...spitting with your nose stuffed...
no you not gutta...its just where you get your flows from...
even you know Melodic's better...
sup with Acidic and niggas soundin like Rocafella...
everybody got a izzle,or a yup in they track...
when I move...you move -with a gun to ya back...
you think its a game...
but can't pull a win -as the weakest link in the chain...
I spit bloody kitchen knives...so letem sink in your brain...
like chitterlings...cause this pig is...quickly ate...
just...give it a break...
