Single $0.75
Album $8
Song Info
Genre
Author
birdtweezy
Rights
http:birdtweezy.my-place.com
Uploaded
October 12, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:33
Lyrics
yo look Why the f*** do b*** es try?
they must be suicidal cause they'll definetely die.
starin at other rapers ruins my appetite
cause all u fags lookin is like hermaphrodites
unlike urs my raps is tight
im clappin my gat tonite if yall stack the hype
u get lit up like a light i got gats wit golden sights
I'm not a painter but my flows a work of art
cause My lyrics continue to rip MC's apart
Im a big boy you spit fetus rhymes , slash you wit 3 knifes and leave bird signs,
you don't want beef wit tweezy, I snipe dudes an watch ya all day like TV,
ll spit my heart out but still catch votes against me/
after this u gon shake my hand, like u just met me/
Ill knock the wind out ya ass, leave u dis-gusted/
My wordplay like rain, the flow leaves mics rusted/
you wack like a mob hit and im tony soprano/
i used to flip keys like i turned over pianos/
listen to what im sayin, i aint playin, this is no joke/
your rhymes are poor as sh** which is y your so broke/
dont need good luck, im goin in for the kill,
mess around an imma let the clip spill,/
i bang skulls and detach b*** es vertebres,
my wordplay is the best it'll put you in a hearse to lay
b*** es try an murk me but im like the grim reaper
when u f*** wit me ur sh** jus stack steeper
cause there aint no killin me cause there aint no realla g
i make them killaz bleed im like a whole nother bread
1 of a kind b*** an ima stay on my grind cause the bottom line im waitin for a label to sign
im sick a nickel an dimin an pc rhymin but i aint gonnna quit till im big tymin wearin some diamonds
dont make me have to make the heater smoke
get bullet holes this aint a dissapearin joke my coke is butter weed is druogh
got mad smoke an white ta blow so dont f*** wit my doe cause ill blast a hoe
