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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #764
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE AKA Rip Tearer
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
November 04, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:10
Lyrics
Peep game lil bitch, you aint learnin-the-facts/
You worthless aint worth-shit, I aint concerned-wit-ya-ass/
This kid logged on and sent a message via myspace/
But never logged back on to read what the replies-say/
..This guy's-gay, talkin like he cocks shotguns/
But only actin tough when he on a dot-com/
This sucka got-conned, thinkin he's a damn-force/
Red rags on his page but scraps are his landlords/
He like a man-whore, takes it in the asshole/
Shoulda never dissed me, what you make that track-fo?/
As far as raps-go you fags-don't have-flames/
Whack-Haze and last-place describes Hollis' rap-game/
It's a damn-shame, I'm ruinin-your-campain/
Ya sunk to the bottom, stay the truest-to-ya-last-name/ (Anchor)
Understand nothing you say-gets-past-me/
You're lucky I aint beat ya ass, thank-ya-daddy/
HOOK (x2)
Let me tell ya a lil somethin bout Whack-Haze
Bitch kid's steady headed to his last-days
Talkin shit like he gonna leave my ass-sprayed
So i'ma take his bitch ass out the rap-game
You shoulda learned by the way I handled HP/
What made you think your lil faggot ass could take-me?/
& now Ace-me & J-da-C aint got-beef/
You stand all alone so I guess you got the top-seed/
That means you first-in-line to end up murked-in-rhymes/
But a real fight he aint worth-the-time/ (Why?)
Cuz I could stand there and let this punk-hit-me/
But it aint gon do shit, he only weighs a buck-fifty/
I punch-swiftly, he got no chance at hittin-back/
Why he sayin nigga this & nigga that? Man the kid-aint-black/
It's ignorance that would make him wanna test-this/
Skinny twig punk bitch lookin anorexic/
Or bolimic you see-it the reason-he's-whack/
He's geekin-on-crack, I fall asleep-to-ya-tracks/
It's your rhymes and delivery that make-the-track-gay/
'24 Mobs' underground.. And it's stayin-that-way!/
HOOK (x2)
Let me tell ya a lil somethin bout Whack-Haze
Bitch kid's steady headed to his last-days
Talkin shit like he gonna leave my ass-sprayed
So i'ma take his bitch ass out the rap-game
This little fag couldn't hang-with-me-verbally/
So now he's talkin shit, claimin-he'd-murder-me/
You'd think he's hard if you heard the man-tell-it/
But remember on Meridian you ran from Anghellic?/
Damn-fella.. Keep talkin and he'll crack ya chest-crevis/
You already got owned by us and West-Essence/
So ya next-sentence best consist of heart-felt-apologies/
Shut ya mouth, play ya part-well-and-follow-me/
I'ma teach your bitch ass to be a man-dog/
First of all kid, you gotta get a damn-job/
Then you can go out & catch-some-horny-women/
Oh I forgot.. He's goin statitory-with-it/
That's called rape and I'm sure-it's-on-ya-mind-bruh/
I guess he likes the taste of urine-on-vaginas/
Ol' R.Kelly wannabe ass bitch-made/
Sucka ass punk you aint fit to play this-game/
