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A diss track to Mischeif. Just a battle track.
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #13,422
Peak in subgenre #954
Author
Morbidity AKA Lyrical Hitman
Uploaded
August 07, 2003
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A battle.
Lyrics
Miss Cheif will miss me, cause his arms are only as short as his dick be/ You're about to ripped G, you must be stupid if you think to can hit me/ Two bars around ya name, believe me that's all I need to shake you/ Choosin' me as a first target was a mistake foo/ I will let the lyrical led just chase you/ Embrace your chest then the cemetary's where they will place you/ Been known to punch in some mandibles/ Or simply just cancel foes/ I'm to much to handle ho/ I am a cannibal eat MCs at lunchins like I was Habbibal/ You're as useful when it's dark, Jason's around, wit the candles broke/ Don't mean to make fun of this poor rapper/ But I'll have be sonnin' this poor bastard/ I'm just hotter than you like the sun to a warm spatchler/ You Shouldn't have run-ins with your master/ Cause I'll leave you sunk in ya own bathtub/ Or I'll punish the whore n cap her/ You're flow n spot on the team is the same cause it just fills in the spot/ I'm ill n I'm hot, you have no skill n you rot/ I'm wicked with words, the sickest you heard/ rippin' this herb, who thinks he'/ Underrated? You get more credit than bitches deserve/ Underrated? Dawg that ain't causin' the most drama/ You have as much skill in you like sperm in a dead man's old almunds/ And how many times did you try out for Post Trauma/ You talk like a thug pushin' Caddys n Bentleys/ Truth is.. When someone hits you you crack like a bent leaf/ I'm quick to put ten in ya corpse bitch/ You're just Dennis the meanace wit forced spit/ And most of your winnings are forefeits/ The only way you can win is if you mimc this Morbid/ Simple fact is I'm better than peasants/ You're jus gettin' ya chest severed n lessend/ I'm puttin' a stop to whatever ya quest is/ Go to ya influence n beg for their best spits/ You'll still lose bitch, cus I'm ruthless/ Sinca ya white I'll show you what a noose is/ truth is, your flows are just soothin'/ Go back to school kid, cus you're just useless/ Believe me, I'm cheifin' the mischeivious one/ Don't try to be beefin' wit the reaper muh son/ I'll leave your temple leakin' with no breathin' ta come/ I'm so ill I'm secretin' semon thats beatin' the bums/ The flow is mean you'd think I'm keepin' demons to beat on Jesus n nuns/ Believe me I'ma be eatin' weaklins for any reasons for fun/ This is unfair, my flow's gonna be cheatin' these plebeians for seasons ta come/
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