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suburban white boy spittin real hip-hop, what more needs to be said?
Been in the game a few years. Wish I could get some more bass in my voice.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,692
Peak in subgenre #8,554
Author
Strait
Rights
Vibrations Recording 2003
Uploaded
April 26, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
allow me to kill the hype
jusa9ine has two endings cuz this bitch has a stutter in real life/
j-j-jusa gettin stomped daily shit
dumpster smoked too much crack when he came up wit that alias/
you ain't a vet, this ain't a fair test
on my way to the finals, you in the back screamin "daddy are we there yet?"/
smoke this herb with a bong
til I can hardly see strait, but it's cool, you can't see me at all/
as ill as you imagine the facts in
this faggot gettin burned, strait the reason kids shouldn't play wit matches/
I could win this battle wit text this hoe's next/
this geek couldn't press his weak album tied to a bowflex/
ya verses are vile child/
you can't end on that note bury you in a fubu casket so you're goin out in style/
wanna be gangsta, can't we all just get along?/
made a song about all the girls you fucked, but it's only a minute long/
dude's obsessed wit 69in that's fine kid
but while lickin pussy's on ya mind I fed ya bitch my nine inch
strait is atomically bombin this
remain calm kid you the best on liquid flo, that's no accomplishment/
enter ya own tourneys, it's just sad/
bust fags til you win the finals so you can get your own ten bucks back/
you dyin got a decent rep that's surprisin/
but surrounded by all that other wackness I'm amazed that we can find him/
like a needle in a haystack dumpster just stays wack
ya shit sounds like you uploaded it before you even heard it played back/
no doubt about this outcome/
imma nail ya coffin shut after pushin ya wig back like it's foxy brown's album/
dumpster gives too much head and never busts lead
but seriously dawg, you're canadian, enough said/
you never won cash in a tourney/
it's always your prize money, that's why liquid flo went under, now isn't that funny/
the apocalypse is near, start to fear/
dumpster been had his ass kicked more times than his dad's soccer career/
now you forced away from ya wack site/
watch ya record plummet fast as the concord when you came alone for a ride/
no insinuation I'm just insistin
you're so fat you past the weight limit on its rocket engines/
you harmless, come and pay homage/
dumpster's an appropriate name, cuz all that comes out of you is complete garbage/
keep tryin, you might be ill one day/
but you couldn't turn the tables on this practicin lyrical fung shwey/
the worst on the net? here he is/
I'm serious like attackin punctuation dude's wack period/
the only reason I'm goin past 2 is sheer boredom/
you need go back to postin text verses on the ruff ryder forum/
