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#49,595 today
Peak #642
#651 in subgenre
Peak #5
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December 12, 2010
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:41
Lyrics
everbody knows that you dont really rap well
your punches played out j, them philly wraps stale
i'll snatch ya pencil up while you writing a song
and put that pencil in ya vain ya can die where u from
if you sayin you king then i must be an ace
you been dealt the card L like columbian gangs
you made it rd 2 i gotta give tha bastard props
but im royalty wit this crown, u aint ever had a shot
his fragile bones'll crush into scattered rows of dust
i got b*** es on my dick while this f** s goin nuts
your blocks fulla squares no wonder ur wack
the pic under ya name's tha only gun in ya ave
if i hit u wit tha uppercut my fist would land inside ya nose
why you always lookin handicapped when u strike a pose
you prolly dancin to this, arms startin to swang
cuz if krookeds jazzy jeff then ur carlton banks
im baggin up a purple pound u just movin dirt around
until j-merk is found under tha ground in germantown
im tha king of this rap sh** , search around
everytime ur verse comes up, ya homies turn it down
if you win, i'm runnin to steal tha belt from ya
make it rain in ya town, it aint sunny in philidelphia
atcha funeral, im pissin til ya graves rotten
jack ur car and watch u get arrested for j walkin
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