HipHop
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,095
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Emer
Rights
Emer
Uploaded
February 25, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:33
Lyrics
Descended From Heaven My Rhymes Are Holy.
Leave Ice-Pick Merked And Killed Coldly.
You Should Of Ran Away From My Call-Out.
Cause This Isn't One Of Your Family's Night-Outs.
Someone Cover This Bitches Head And Turn The Lights Out.
Kick Him To Death..But Cover His Mouth So He Dun Shout.
For Help From Any Of His Homies The Devil Told Me.
To Murder Him Raw And Leave No Evidence To The Holy.
Are You Ready For You're Painful Lyrical Incisions?
Fuck It..Im Not Letting You Make Any Decisions.
Cause On The Beat Dude..You're Getting Killed.
Icepicks..Dead Once I Heat Him Up On A Grill. (Hes Ice)
My Verse Shits All Over Him Like Overdue Bills.
Like Clinically Obese People..You Couldn't Get Ya Fill.
I'll Have You Slain..Like The Knights And Dragons.
Cause Ya Flows..Faster Then Your Beat-Up Wagon.
I Could Care Less If You're Title Is A Pro.
Cause You're A Wash-Up And Everyone Knows.
Theres No Way You Could Win..If You Couldn't Spell W.
Cause You're A Fool..Even Three Year Olds Could Hustle You.
Battlin You Was A Waste Of Time..More Then War In Iraq.
Cause I Vomited Hot Shit All Over You..To Be Exact.
Like The Greeks..Ya Mythology Couldn't Tell The Facts.
And You Can't Backstab Somebody If You Can't Reach They Backs.
Like Sudden Infant Death Syndrome I'll Make Ya Death Instant.
Wrap HOT breath..to Ya Lungs Like Ceremonial Incense.
Cause When Ice-Pick Was Born His Parents Grew Tired.
Of Raisin A Fool...A Bitch..And A Dirty Liar.
