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Genre
Charts
Peak #12,174
Peak in subgenre #1,095
Author
Novel
Uploaded
November 16, 2002
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
u aint even gettin tha victory wit dick ride'n
cause im pickin up tha wind like air was hitch hike'n
got me thinkin u a femcee wit ya bitch rhymin
only need a minute 30, cause i can get dis done in split time'n
manifested aint even a job, id call em a hobby
when im cockin tha shotti
they gonna be haulin his body
into tha hallroom or lobby
of morge 2 get his body autopsied
because i disfigure it
spittin clips thru his ligaments
this nigga is not prepared 4 tha nov
compared 2 tha nov
u cant spit like u impaired in tha jaw
im declare'n ya lose
ya opinion aint shit
ill shoot ya brainz out, talk about share'n ya thoughts
tha names novel when i write i bring words 2 life
u only think about words 2 lie
about a life u'll never live and yall think dis herb is nice
dis nerd is like, faker den murdah inc
while on other hand my ink murdah
i speak words ta, eat nerds up
specially ametures, ima canibal newbie
im eatin thoughts up
like tha end of tha hannibal movie
i handle 2 uzi's
and they squirt thirty
leave ya shirt dirty wit more holes den a sports jersey
im flame'n hott
i drop sense on tracks that derail ya train of thought
so get it clear, realize who spittin here
i aint no lil kid u battled in past
when ya opponents a lil kid, thas tha only battle u pass
battle this cat, ill batter u fag
i know u gettin pissed off, from tha way u gettin ripped dogg
when i put tha heat 2 ya ass, tha only time ya shits hott
there go tha minimum, but i still i got 1 minute left 2 put 10 in em
for bytin more den a pentium, bout 2 get rid of em
he outta style belong hung up on tha cloze rack
locked inside tha closet, for now nobody knows fag
but after dis im air'n u out like funky kicks
cant even call ya shits punchlines, dey more like lucky hits
most of em just miss, dont even gotta duck n shit
u not even a match, more like grindin 2 sticks
on top of a stone, im here to take my spot on top of tha throne
my jeans fallin, im in need of a belt
ya chick callin, i put my seeds on her chest
den she squeezin her breast, feedin her self
nastyyy bitchhh, i hope ya fans watch as ya ass gets whips
like im take'n it back 2 slavery
battle'n me is called stupidity, not bravery
im eatin u up, like tha best catering
u aint no rapper, u a cartoon, written by tex avery
