Battle vs. Lyrical Priest @ Rap-Attack.com
quality as terrible. worse than any quakity i've ever had. therefore i'm postin the lyrics. i plan on redoin this track soon cuz this quality is terrible! i would redo it 2nite but i have a party to go to
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Sup yall, it's ya boi coast 2 coast up in dis motha...first thing, if u hatin, get da fucc out. 4 da rest of yall, peep my music, and if u like it, shoot me a holla.
Lyrics
yo dawg, tell me what tha is ya death wish?
u layin there cryin askin me if u can get a last kiss
i say yeah, and then i put tha glock to ya lips
but then u say no, u wanna kiss tha same person that used to stroke ya dick
u better start kissin ya hand,
cuz the so called person is Palmela Handerson
did your girl tell u what she was givin up for lent?
she given up tha habit of cheatin on u wit otha men
but after easter season she’ll be at it again
caught in tha middle, i fiddle, wit ya girl a lil
fo shizzle, my nizzle, i make blood drizzle
u serious, but u still makin me laugh tho
cuz b4 u even posted votes was in, match goes to Coast...KO
yo, i’m grimier than Big, Pac, and Beans combined
i can’t get signed
cuz when i go to see CEO’s i pack my gat like i’m walkin into columbine
and nah i ain’t even worried bout tha verses thats written
cuz when u rap i be like “ain’t those shaheed’s lyrics u be spittin?”
while i stay hot in tha kitchen, u come out toasted
fuck wit me u bound to get roasted
spittin against u, i’m wastin my time G
ain’t u know that there’s major record labels out to sign me?
if u ever need to holla u know where u can find me
ova at ya girls crib, there’s a fine line see
between beef and friendly battles, and i’m treadin on it
that u gonna take this personal, i’m bettin on it
i ain’t gonna roll u up like a philly blunt and smoke ya ass
i’d rather blow u up like a oaktown bong and tote ya ass
and when i’m on the coast i be tha first to blast
drop 18 caps and let u run real fast
and i got class
i won’t bust atcha back to get thru ya vest
i’d rather snipe and aim a lil higher, say for ur neck
and yeah, wit that hit i changed the meanin of hot to death
yeah dawg, u real cool now that u underground
we buried u wit a mic so u can record for us how death sounds
and when i step to u best believe i pack my 9 mill
wit 9 mags and 9 caps, i’ll meet u ate 9 til
and when i’m done u can tell me how my 9 feel
cuz yo, u best to believe that the 9 kill
and wha? u wanna know what it is right now
i’m bout to step up and fuck wit ya bitch right now
yeah, i’m gettin niggas listenin hyped right now
niggas that was blind can see tha light right now
i’m upsettin niggas so they wanna fight right now
i got ya girl layin on tha couch on tha pipe right now
she talkin some shit bout how she wants to be a dyke right now
odds of u winnin? well chances are slight right now
cuz this beat and lyrics are jus outta sight right now
niggas listenin be like this cat is tyte right now
and yo i’mma stop that rhyme right now
yo dawg, i recommend u treat that jock itch
ain’t my fault that u don’t jock women, u jock dicks
when i see ya girl, she drops my draws to my socks quick
me and ya girl in one room, all u hear is ‘ahh’s’ and ‘uhhh’s’
from tha next room we hear u , makin some ‘ohh’s’ and ‘moo’s’
and i ain’t sayin nothin false, all i spit is true
me and ya ho 4 sho rockin tha boat back and forth
while u in a barn actin cool, jockin a horse
what tha hell u doin havin sex wit livestock?
my fault, i forgot u’s a fag, u probably mistook it for live cock
and when i come thru best believe i’m bustin live shots
sayin u good is like sayin tha jackson 5 flopped
thats tha end of my lyrical massacre, u got butchered
and now peeps need more than 6 senses to look at ya
