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Story behind the song
Smacked.
Lyrics
He thinks he's hard, but, really, this kid's too soft,
Excel's "on fire!" It's alright I'll jus "piss him off."
You think you're tight, but really ya just alright,
Besides I kno you jack off to my disses all night.
I'm sonnin this kid once known as the Mic Mauler,
Xtra Large? Shit, I've seen some dykes taller.
Fuckin dipshit, hypocrite, prolly impotant,
Yet you diss me and you're into it I bet you wanna get intimate.
Ya got "deep" vocal chords so somethin musta pushed em down,
And everytime you open ya mouth my fuckin foot gets brown.
I took ya gown, so now you're just a shook two pounds,
Hooked n bound, so I'll take you to a brook to drown.
And you keep sayin "peace" so you're pretending the most,
It's a concept, but ya use it jus for ending ya posts.
Now three days later after your fans decided it,
You brag about the win like it was you who had provided it.
You depend on them like vital signs, yea I said it,
Stop boastin X, I think ya fans diserve the credit.
You got more "recycled lines" than "environmental loose leaf,"
Learn to choose beef before you get smoked like loosies. *loose ciggarettes*
If you fought how you talked you'd have every fight in slo-mo,
You've always got a "bone to pick" cuz you're an "undecisive homo!"
Keep my name out ya mouth! Ya fuckin bastid I'm fed up,
And tell ya bitch to stop queefin cuz she's "gassin ya head up!"
For me ya weak tracks are barely amassin a nod,
Wasn't it one_der that said you were ranked last in ya squad?
You always "bend the truth", so you'll never get ya "facts straight,"
And you'll get your back ate by tigers trying to lactate!
Sorry, I just can't believe that I lost that battle,
Especially after I left you layin beside chalk on gravel.
My punches are vicious, make ya carry eight scars,
While like "weed bricks" you ought to "Marry J Barz!"
You aint gettin big since ya keep on rhymin shit,
"X" won't be on a contract unless it's my ass that's signin it!
