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Laffy Taffy SNAP RAP D4L diss
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The original diss that hit the top 10 in the battle/diss charts. HARDKORE rap BEATS produced this fire tracc...FULL SONG INFO for the free ringtone!
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DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
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Charts
Peak #1,225
Peak in subgenre #23
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DEF davyne
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Desmond E. Ford
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November 08, 2006
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MP3 4.9 MB 128 kbps 5:20
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Hahahaha… I know what ya’ll thinking.. “It’s dat Laffy Taffy, dat Laffy Taffy” NAH NIGGA, THIS AIN’T NO SNAP MUSIC… 805 KLIK klik, you hear da klak klak Verbal weaponry, my lyrics headed for yo knapsack Looking over yo shoulder, I’m up on ya like a back-pack Wack rappers, running for they life, on they last lap Leaving you niggaz broke like a stock drop drop in Nasdaq Get yo back cracked, when I hop up on da mic and attack Cuz I be tha shiznit, BITCH, and dat’s that Giving tha city of Eugene a reason ta be on da rap map Ignoramus perpetrators, step up to tha podium Cuz I’m not a hater, but all you deserve is odium Niggaz dat need ta get they mind checked, yo tha only one Tryna throw, salt up in my game like sodium Acting like ya do, but foo, you don’t know me man In it for survival, cause I aint tryna have a lonely son Leaving you evil people, thinking ya equal, feeling woebegone Cuz I got tha Force, like Skywalker and Obi One …Where I come from, nigga, we don’t snap snap Where I come from, nigga, we don’t clap clap Where I come from, (nigga), [you know how we do] 805 KLIK, be the krew, we, rap rap… Nigga muthafuck da popo, dey gon feel my 44 When I leave dem bitches straight dropping like a yoyo On no!, ya’ll pigz quik, like slow-mo Solo? No my KLIK we got 4 more 1NATE7, SoulReal, A, and J-Rokk Critics try ta knock us but fuck what they thought Cuz I’m not concerned if you snitches love dem pigs Cuz I kick it with niggaz and bitches dat’ll bust dem wigs Loving this C-O-P killa, dey down ta die too They be showing loyalty, cuz they be knowing I’m true I do, whatever I say in a clever way Coppaz tryna hold me back, I’m looking for a better day Let it spray, semi auto nine millameeta Grim, when I spin, so you gon feel da reaper Handgun? How it gon compare, when I’m blasting Everybody gotta go, But I’ma be tha last one… Ya rap is crappy You rappers crappy Ya snap is wacky and Ya act is sappy (YA’LL SOME CANDY GIRLS) Ya rap is crappy You rappers crappy Ya snap is wacky so fuck, Laffy Taffy… Intellect, oozing out ya speakers as I spit my tech Intersect, cleverness with comedy when I’m in yo deck Competition bitching cuz my vision dey don’t get it yet Hustler with more ends on da way whenever I spend a check Look at me, I’m all up in ya home like da internet Record dealing, making a fucking killing like a cigarette Leaving da mic smoking so ya know I gotta hit it wet While suckas dey be falling like a trapeze artist with a net Slip, and ya coming down, should kept ya balance Me you know I’m glowing, flowing with tha best of talents No! I won’t go, settle for a Level dat I’m given, fuck prison, I’m an explorer My team is da meanest, what I mean is We da cleanest, so raise up off da penis Smoking da greenest, sewing da game up like a seamstress In other words I’ma gha-uh gha-uh genius… D 4 L, lemme tell ya what dat really means For life! Ya’ll be silly like some jelly beans Candy rappers, tryna get serious, but ya too sweet And ya one line choruses really don’t move me Family, tha only people dat I can trust thru all a this Cuz I love ta floss, but at times rather be anonymous My whole life, been writing, like a novelist But critics showing no respect is what da problem is And how I handle criticism, in da best way By succeeding and leading while all da less stay Following but I never listened ta what da rest say So I know ya felt my force ever since ya pressed play I’ma be yo sensei, betta yet yo han-shi First lesson, nigga pass me da ganjee Hit it hit it, one two, and on three Tell me how ya want me, cuz I’m what da bomb be Tick tick, BOOM! When I’m, in da room Spirit bringing tombs and my lyrics dey spell doom To presume dat happiness is being who I am Is foolish, wishing you were tha man, and I was justa fan… Lean wit it, rock wit it, I WISH YOU’D STOP WIT IT Move wit it, shake wit it, YOU NIGGAZ FAKE WIT IT Bitch niggaz, give d
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