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You Missed Pt. 2 (Blazin vs. Aim Rematch)
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just a rematch but it's for rankin now...put ya chips down n***z...
hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #3,768
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
July 16, 2004
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:46
Lyrics
In dis battle you is gettin served/ Old man syndrome, from lack of sex now Aim's a perv// I'll leave tracks on his face like a train/ So fuck dat targeting shyt, I just spray on a massive plane// Umbrellas won't stop tha bullets rain/ You not gettin away dis time, I'ma remove ya brain// So think quick and catch bullets/ You may spit shells, but I don't think you've eva pulled it// ~ I'll leave dis cat ruined, I'm provin/ It only takes 5 bars ta make Aim's blood start spewin// He'll hurt like flickin salt into cuts/ Animals lick wound ta heal, so Aim is suckin his balls and nuts// Dis cock gon take hits at speeds like tha matrix/ So like people not really on the toilet Aim's just fake shit// I blaze kids, and snatch their money for college/ Cuz Aim's lack of skill seems ta be common knowledge// `~` His thought processes will slow down/ Aim must write in makeup cuz dis bitch just seems ta flow clown// I'll stomp ya face, and it won't return/ Since tha bottom of tha audios is what you truly deserve// Me? I just skipped all tha ranks/ But I can't let even tha lower levels be ruled by skanks// So let me just knock Aim off tha list/ Cuz I've seen his moms, hes a true son of a bitch// `~` If Aim's dope, then I'm addicted/ So I guess that means I'ma end up abusin dis kid// You might as well quit and not even write/ Cuz Aim won't reach da belt like his pants are already too tight// He'll finally get head, when I spit lead/ Cuz I'll rip dis kid, like tryin ta take out fresh dreads// Believe me Aim when I say I'll hurt you/ But I bet he needs me ta define tha words to his verse too// ~ Please don't speak kid/ Cuz even receiving a book of rhymes you couldn't be lyrically gifted// Go ahead try ta flip this, but I'll wreck dis ho/ You wouldn't be strong wit words if you flexed den flowed// I'll have ya blood comin out like radiation from a TV screen/ And leave a slice from ya neck to ya spleen// Plus I stretch green and get butter/ It's a bowling horror story when you bleedin in tha alley and gutter// ~ I'll make you gag on da nine/ Tha bullets'll whiz through ya chest, stomach, to ya back and spine// Please at least offer some resistance/ Cuz dis battle won't be close in skill or physical distance// I'll have Aim choke on a glock/ So he can appreciate how his mom felt when I made her choke on a cock// You think I'm jokin I'm not/ Wit a nine I'm strokin ta pop, you hopin it's talk//Den you hearing a shot ~ I'm gearing my squad/ Ta leave a shot in ya quads den you start gettin nearer ta god/ Cuz Aim can be analyzed as basically queer a lot/ I was just ghost but his pussy ways made him lose his spot as a mod//
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