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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,013
Peak in subgenre #97
Author
IllThoughtz
Rights
FINALS OVER
Uploaded
January 07, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:05
Lyrics
Prod Deuce -
He'll neva blow, unless he's clearin out his bong
I'ma hit the Pro early, like Kobe n Lebron
Stop bitch, ya mixtape brought no hits
it collected cob webs, like Anthropologists
wanna close call, go get ya phone
the way you gettin rocked, leave new meanin to gettin stoned
Vs me, you need some armor of course
its True, Prod's ass like a cattle farmer's chores
From here to Roanoke, we know ya flow is broke
plus ya CD still got no sales, like a motorboat
Don't you get it? Nobody hears you
Second hand smoke, not only kills ya lungs but ya ears too
When this veteran try, you deaded wit rhymes
Fuck a Second Hand, I'm way aheada ya time
you love me, you clown
i know ya pursuin ya dreams, dawg, but stop followin me around
You spit sloppy plus you the cocky type
now you at the bottom of the site just like the Copyrights
Kwik2spit -
This next cat, is shit, so just give it up
It's funny how Kwik2Spit, is Kwik2Suck
You only move crowds doing a bomb threat
Now I'm droppin spits like a loogie contest
Think you gettin first? Nah, kid you lame
you won't be number2, just cause you rock it in your name
Ya'll know the alphabet? I bring hell to vets
ya'll got me battlin K, so yano the L Next
Stop it you lose,
ain't seasoned enuff to Kill sLuggs, I'll pour salt in ya wounds
Yano this son, that once I flow you done
Sluggs posted a song, and he still almost won
Make a mends dude, cuz yano I'll end you
these cats know I'll Own Kwik Joints, like a Hindu
Every punch'll make you spin in circles
this dudes a No-Body like Crane on Ninja turtles
You gettin girls? nah, you bound to fail kid
this faggot couldn't Pull a Date in a bag of trailmix
I'm sick of battlin all these gay tricks
I just put a scratch on ya record like DJ Quik, Kwik
The Werd -
ayo werd, All of ya raps are garbage n trash
you cummin in Second, like fuckin Prod in the ass
The Goonies? Why am I even steppin to you
Bux would cry if he knew you was reppin his crew
and NewsDuo, you know you lose fag
Hate to break the bad news, but I'll break the news bad
Prince, you bore me wit ya bogus raps
change ya name to the Artist Formerly known as Whack
I bet you wishin that you could duck now
think you Fresh, Prince..well I'm Phillip Banks, get the fuck out
as for ya boy, just listen dawg
fuck around, I'll lay you next to Marz, like some Snickers Bars
I'll break ya hips at the pelvis
till you rollin in ya grave like givin ex to elvis
Fine wit me, you belong in the minor league
literally, you're getting buried like that Miner team
Cut all the hype, like you nice or worthy
punches leave Werd black n purple...like him in his Vikings Jersey
MacMilli - Acapella
I'll take you in one punch, yo this thugs fucked
and highly overraided like Columbian drug busts
Even comin off the head, dawg you deaded fuck
I'll take scissors to a map, and cut this Legend up
You so gassed, Mobil boutta drill you
Mastered Six Sense, cause noone hears you or feels you
You dick jerkin, on ya knees wit ya mouth
got caught wit Sticky Fingaz, when you leavin his house
You broke hoe, rollin wit a hundred in change
only Mill you'll ever see is the one in ya name
Wheres ya mind fuck, all of ya rhymes suck
I'll drop this Myth Buster, like Discovery changin they lineup
For gods sakes, you'll neva hear ya songs played
not even Christina wanna hear Milli-on stage
I'll smack this heathen, n don't rap wit me again
I'm Burnin Mac, and I don't mean that Black comedian
You can bet he talks guns when he battle ya,
Mac uses more metal lines than Metallica
