CrazyHarij
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- Sep 20, 2003
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Sulkdodds:
what was that?
your punk ass breath
you better watch yourself cuz i'm tougher than the rest
you don't know me? here's my card, i'll try make it easy cause you're obviously a retard
this is the chef you're talking to, and the crowd's hungry foo',
i'm gonna cook a meal outta you, make a deal outta you,
sell your ass to the pimps or just throw you to the chimps
But not even a monkey would like you, you're a freak of nature
just seeing your face should be rated mature
I don't know why you only battle posers,
maybe if you got up to my style you'd get abit closer,
to the real rapping game where the real rappers stay
but hey - we'd pick you apart like you were a piece of clay
so you stay there in preschool, whoa, you're a real tool
pretend you're snoop dogg when you're no bigger than my own blog
I ain't got no fear 'cus I'm more lyrical than shakespeare, coming here dropping more bombs for you to hear,
to tear just say where, i'll be there, swear, **** you up fair and square and that will be the end of your punk derriere
you think you got style, you think you got flair, but nothings coming outta your mouth - except air,
drop the empty notebooks and let's go back in time, i'll teach you much faster than you'll be able to rhyme
you come here with yo fancy words right outta highschool, well i'm welcoming you back - to the oldschool
the street rules here, not your grades,
your ass is ****ed - enjoy your aids
what was that?
your punk ass breath
you better watch yourself cuz i'm tougher than the rest
you don't know me? here's my card, i'll try make it easy cause you're obviously a retard
this is the chef you're talking to, and the crowd's hungry foo',
i'm gonna cook a meal outta you, make a deal outta you,
sell your ass to the pimps or just throw you to the chimps
But not even a monkey would like you, you're a freak of nature
just seeing your face should be rated mature
I don't know why you only battle posers,
maybe if you got up to my style you'd get abit closer,
to the real rapping game where the real rappers stay
but hey - we'd pick you apart like you were a piece of clay
so you stay there in preschool, whoa, you're a real tool
pretend you're snoop dogg when you're no bigger than my own blog
I ain't got no fear 'cus I'm more lyrical than shakespeare, coming here dropping more bombs for you to hear,
to tear just say where, i'll be there, swear, **** you up fair and square and that will be the end of your punk derriere
you think you got style, you think you got flair, but nothings coming outta your mouth - except air,
drop the empty notebooks and let's go back in time, i'll teach you much faster than you'll be able to rhyme
you come here with yo fancy words right outta highschool, well i'm welcoming you back - to the oldschool
the street rules here, not your grades,
your ass is ****ed - enjoy your aids