Vs. Bar Grafh a.k.a Precise @ RC Rnd. 3
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Story behind the song
I tried a lil somethin different with this joint..
Lyrics
Die motherfucker! Precise is my supper,
Disguised as an ill guy, you'll die undercover!
One line and I shudder.. Punches? None were felt,
Ya mother shoulda used a rubber when she fucked herself!
You need some help, don't steal another du's shit,
If I wanted to hear that flow I'd listen to Blueprint!
_Kid ya foolish, ya cd's make the best coasters,
Cuz all that screamin make you sound like a deaf Hova!
_With no flow he'll forever be off the mark,
And Bar stays on 'graphs' so he'll never be "off the charts!"
_Ya think ya smart?.. Well then teach me fool,
But know that only little kids learn from "pre-school!"
Do I see drool? Are you impressed by my behavior?
I'll put "Mach 4" to ya chin but I ain't talkin 'bout razors!
_You're fake as fuck, get bladed up and call for medics,
No wonder ya only "move the crowd" when they're headed for exits!
_Give it a rest kid, you're no gangsta rappin,
You're wanna be hard..and "tough actin" like Tenactin!
Get ya back cracked in, I'll be in the back laughin,
Fuck a "knuckle sandwich" I'll have ya "smack snackin!"
_Grafh, ya trapped in the wrath of my passion,
Like eye sockets there's a good chance you'll catch a "lash-in!"
_You won't be lastin, you can't rhyme with a brawla,
If this was American Idol you'd go cryin to Simon and Paula!
_Bitch please, you know who the smartest artist be,
_If not I'll "jog ya memory" with the world's sharpest cleats!
_I'm sick droppin the heat while you're wobblin knees,
_A kick popped in the cheek'll have ya vomitin teeth!
_It's a problem to breath cuz see daily,
I leave "Bar-numb" without the use of a 'Bailey!'
_Ya mom smells like crap when I rub her clit,
Cuz "I got this shit in the same bag" I cover ya mother with!
_You're my "sun" so I'll leave ya "full eclipse," (full o' clips)
You're spittin "half assed" but ya still "full of shit!"
_The beef's sparkin, stop "anal meat parkin,"
Ya fam are all bitches cuz only dogs can be "Bar-kin!!"
_You're in Virginia, but soon you'll be departin,
Cuz like Versace stores the South won't see "Bar-'gin!!" (bargain)
_Bitch I bruise hopin, get ready to lose votin,
_Cuz you couldn't "make the top ten" with youth potion!!!
