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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,702
Peak in subgenre #115
Author
Vyrus
Rights
Vyrus 2004
Uploaded
September 26, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28
Story behind the song
Im sick of people saying hes good, he's a cool person i just dont like his style
Lyrics
An-d diss
dude freestyling isn’t written, this dudes a vixen
virus is makin you sickin with out permission
the weakest flow projecter in the whole sector hes in
fixen to get pissed....cause he missed his period
now hes sensitive embreo spearin....now hes fearin
no respect ‘n a remex is bird feather G
how is it he was never clever enough to check the the dictionary
tether some twig and berries
before you lyricise your remedies
its sad hes a fag clingin to a fad that hes bad at
dude when your writein its not tight
‘n you might face endightment for your act
you told 2toe can write anything yo? what the fucks that
in every rap you sever the beat in fact
your the reaper of beats its fuckin wack
lyrics weak when you speak you dont rap
you talk over the melody and then call it phat
its a felony you embelishing yourself you look like an elf
and you dont belong on the shelf your help-less hopeless
cope with it your a hoax and quit bitchin
no rhymth and the webs your spinnin means your end is imminent
whatever you pin up or construct nutz.....
I dont even know how to say this but,
it didnt work in 6th grade its not gonna work now FUCK
Andy your a pansey packin panties man please
your real names anne
your relms insanity...uncanny
straight elm streat fantacy
his ethniticities “mexi” but he even cant spell that right
he’s a boyscout that pouts at night
whos gonna talk about how im white
and how hes enlightend to the trend
his mouths puts out checks his body cant cash man
massacres nothin always bluffin ‘n he’s not tough ‘n
couldnt see me with ray-bans
clam up....cuz we know u wont man up
stand up Anne meet your gay prostitute candy
you dont puff bowls...u smoke poles my the mass
u’d think after a year someone would tell your queer ass
quit tryin to mirror mainstream...you give nothin but laughs
your not like eminem or jin despite what was written on soundclick
and im finnin to give u a mic check right up the side of ya dome mex
I’v kicked your ass in text faster then T-rex or a hex
your passed suspect whats next....you never meetin success
you make me so pissed with your hocus pocus wishes
I wana give u the fist bitch and dont get excited not up ya clit
it your face...which.....would probebly land me in jail but hell
the virus always prevails i’ll impale your heart when I unvail
your not smart
cuz I looked in your profile
he’s a retard
