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Suckers (3 Way Diss Track)
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How to Own a foe like a Pro.....From Po
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Peak #1,235
Peak in subgenre #675
Author
Straws and Pohetikut
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BBTy Productions & Entertainment
Uploaded
July 11, 2005
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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== Suckers == Im Gun HO, an you cunts know you cant touch Po// Fuck two birds, ill murder 4 nerds with one flow// Like pimpin slut we fucken got the cunts owned// Kicken streets while he's down like jumping on Punt Road// You cant handle this message, like you dropped a fax// Stop Ya raps, i outshined you on that posse track// You've lost it, i cant beleive you got props for that// Streets is an obvious fag, cos Phats got ya back// And Dribbles, no one supports ya name// This +Virgins+ only flyers when he boards a plane// Straws is insane, and Po flips the bombing scripture// Fuck Natural Causes, My flow be off the rictor// Got this limp +Phat+ in a twister, my murderous verse be serving him// I move crowds, you couldnt raise hands if you gave birth to em// Im mercyless man, you cant diss me simply// the city of sydney cant compete with my lynguistics when i spit heat// Shit P, calm it down, were scaring a clowns// this bitch is lack'n support, like the bitches bra was down// Were blastin' loud, and Mega, you aint attractive// Only time your deliverys dope is spewing at Acrids// This loser was spastic, i suspect the cunt is gay// Shit he drove 100K's to throw his undies on my stage// *HEY!!* Why you startin' shit// I bet dribbles got his name from his features in Bukkake clips// Aint nothin' after this, believe mate cos in this team play// Dribbles be giving the +Mega BJ+ in this Three way// I Got skills, you aint got an ounce at all// an ya name prooves that ya chin is always bouncing balls// you faggots are wak as fuck an ima out you all// And the only dope bars you ever seen is the amount you crawled// *ZILCH* And man you never been wasted// But we'll serve you without asking Identification// And you claimed you owned us, thats a lie mate/ Streets with that name i guess your arse holes the Princess Higway// Ya gettn' cleaned up, the second we put the stream up// And split down the middle like broken marriages and Pre-Nups// Ya geeks suck, and death by Po and the Straws// the only coroners report that would warrent applause// Ya wanna be raw, Fuck, but you cants cant stand this// Were boming ya tracks like terrorist on London transit// Fuck ya wak shit, like pam's tits, we know that you fake dude// And they only call you dribbles cos i gave you a face full// You'll never get ahead of this intelligent ellequence// Straws and Pohetikut wreck you pricks in several sentances// Ya'll phemonen men, we the crem dela crem// and in the first seven seconds you got bent at the ends// We tend to cause destruction// And i didn't know Shrekk was allowed to have more than one husband//
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