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Hip-hop music thriving on intellect and emotion... Peep it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,851
Peak in subgenre #70
Author
Lyrics - Myst
Uploaded
July 16, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Seriously, why you tryin' to step to my game,
Because lyrically, you can't lie
No one gives a fuck about your name,
Ironically enough, you gotta be rude to get fame,
But you couldn't target a punch if you msg'd me on AIM.
You can't handle truth, so you talkin' shit,
At least I have proof, that you're a fuckin' prick,
Weak pussy-shit, go back to suckin' dick,
That's the closest thing, you've had "spittin' deep"
Prewritten shit, Internet gangsta geek,
Ignore complication, whore seekin' a pimp reputation,
But even with Queeny's pic, this dick couldn't get elevation,
Lonely and wack, besides a masturbation,
His only good rap, was one
on his mom's infatuation,
Get the situation, incestual, fatass bigger than nation,,
(come on, come on, come on)
Honestly, you were born without tactics,
Go back to porn, 'cause the way you 'come'
It's obvious, you need some practice,
Your spit is so dry, you're a prick without a cactus,
Lackin' multies, like division of factors,
So predictable, easy to read like 2 page chapters,
Happy Holidays, but in my 'presence', you still ain't 'rapper,'
Like Will Smith, better off as an actor,
--Can we take break--
Get a kit-kat bitch,
You got diahreea? 'cause you rap crap when you spit,
But as for your flow…
(fart)
Oh, there it goes,
I'd block this damn fag, but his fat ass
Split the door the size of his asscrack
I ain't afraid to son ya, but ya still a 'bastard' in the 'morn',
I'm the fatherly figure, and ya hand-me down rhymes are worn,
Plex hack his computer, he's got Frankie Felony porn!
Idiot thought, The Prince & Discourses, was a 2pac biography,
Tried to find his cock, but his belly ruined geography,
I'm just speaking logically, flawlessly,
This bitch is pathetic fraudently,
got a pic of Queeny, and claimed it his photography
Virt's a livin' a joke, givin' birth other fat ass oafs?
(Oh no! What?!)
Virt's water just broke.
The best part of ya track was the bufferin' man,
After the start, the crap was sufferin' man,
You need to structure plan,
A verse not from Mein Kemf, might help you stand a chance,
'cause the way you play now, 'SORRY', I'm 'Bored',
(Get ya hand from ya pants)
When Virt says "pop a click"
He's just movin' the cursor to drop on porno pic,
Stop, hop, hot off his dick,
Straight to the screen, the only time he 'came
hard' on this shit,
Given the offer, you'd go back to ridin' Fix
Your life is a tragedy, so you get mad at me,
'cause sadly, I point out that you're faggot see,
Stood as the PPR official whore,
But found yourself broke, when they showed you the door,
