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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #49
Peak in subgenre #32
Author
fiktion
Uploaded
January 05, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:52
Story behind the song
Cobra Kai = dojo from the karate kid!
Lyrics
Fuck a verse from cobra - we're preferrin givin rage a listen
I'm bout to go and raise a stink up like a baby shittin
Go and load his pages, click em, I don't watch the plays, I script em..
But K-Y removes friction, not fiktion
Here's my cliche verse, I'm takin this sucka
I'm facin a cobra, but you ain't snakin me mothafucka
This a warning, faggot, ever try to step in my shoes
I'll be takin my Air Force Ones, and ejectin the crew
Like Jeff, get these motherfuckin snakes off my plane and out the tournament
He ain't testin fiktion like an urban myth
He ain't scared I murder kids - this guy's like 36
Yet battles hard with acne scars - that's disturbin shit
You claim you nasty, now the trouble begins
Ya see, Cobra's only "Rican" cause he's scared to scrub his skin
You're rubbish with a pen, you can't prepare enough to win
I'm up against the founding father of the hair club, for chins
To rub it in, you get no fuckin ass wit that disgustache
Bet all ya plays get redirected like a touch pass
We seen ya picture, the shit's apparant, stupid
That there ain't no bitches eating up ya karats, cause they're cubics
So, stop with the music, you're a fan dawg
We're sick of you, this time around they didn't send a woman for a man's job
His collar's poppin every time this fella dress, it's wack
Cause homie that ain't swagger it's the simple fact ya neck is fat
He claim he spit crack, but take it from me
There's freebase dope, and hopeless raps that're basic, so they're free
So please, you don't break bread, faggot
30 seconds on google told me that Cobras keep their eggs in one basket
I'm causin panic from my birth until they drop the casket
Cobra heard my verse and copped the ratchet like a shop mechanic
You ain't as tough as all your rhymes is
You "scared to pull it" - like every little boy who heard it causes blindness
Ya rhymin bars but you ain't spittin nothin
Cuz all it takes to silence cobra's shitty flow's a little hiss reduction
I like hockey, and if I'm in this artists sights
Then we can end this with a shootout on ya artificial ice
Without no arms or legs it must be hard for you to write
I guess the only way this snake is gonna kill me's if he bites
You better have some extra plans, if that shit's left to chance
The voters know I'm showin for the W like Method Man
Never met this man, so I did a couple searches, diggin
Only to find his whole persona's from a work of fiktion
He stole his name from the Karate Kid dojo
Not to mention all the homo shit he prolly did for promo
I'm not sure how he got his photos cropped
His head's so big I had to edit it outside of my photo shop
He don't want us to know this kid drove cabs
And watch the thong song video for sisqo's abs
He wax-on, wax-off and beat his dick all mad
So if this faggot's seein bux it's cause he switched with kabz
And he ain't droppin punches like Pace
And that's my dude , but sometimes the opposition's just too much for you to take
I'm movin at a fast pace, you're movin in to last place
So yo cobra - tell me how my ass taste
