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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,226
Peak in subgenre #8,424
Author
Asyk Saga
Rights
none
Uploaded
April 21, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
This kid I lying through his teeth he said he ever rocked a real show, he couldn’t make headlines sleepin on corduroy pillows
You need to get back to ya fuckin sorority kiddo, or get ya organs stabbed in reverse order priority hit yo
Respiratory with bio chemical oratory Agent Orange cooked in my cranial laboratory,
I’m makin you hash a story out, past your glory days about twelve songs down on ya wack soundclick page you clown
I’m amazed you got clout, I mean I’m thouroughly confused, cuz ya skill compared to ya rep is a comical ruse,
and I might lose to somebody, but not you cousin, Cuz like impotent men in group therapy you ain’t talking about nuttin
and you far from hard, you lack the bars to imprison me, I’m like Teflon toilet paper, cuz Cire don’t got shit on me
you failing dismally at achieving vocal supremacy, but on ya block, you known for abysmal anal ability
painful soliloquies and dangerous language usage ensures that every time you face me you takin a bruises
you embarrassing rap music with embarrassing rap music whatever ya style was b4 you quit tryin; get back to it
Dude’s been a fake and a queer I’m bout to expose it, only time you gotta break out single is when the club closes
When the snub nose is palmed and I’m aiming it straight for ya, poppin 2 in ya belly button call me a naval destroyer
I’m waiting for ya to change ya ways, stop hanging wit gays, and standing face to face with swollen dicks about to spray
Get a job at McDonalds, maybe enroll in a college cuz giving brain on the streets don’t make you a road scholar
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