"C.M.F.S" Complete MuthaFuckin Shit "Straight Up"...
Hate whatcha cant conquer, so u can hate us...
Cant make us, back down ur whack clown, we own u...
Only time i would re read yo shit twice is if i clone you...
Rhymes stink need cologne dude, or suttin to disguise it...
All u do is sit n diss, if u dont got a girl it aint surprisin.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
so i guess is me an woogy, holdin the freestyles down
i'd ask him for a collab, but he thinks im juss fuckin around
me and him alone, weed rule this fuckin town
he still' be there wonderin, when my gon be fucked ya clown
see im seelin you the poo, keep the skank ass for myself
how my gon make anythin dude, reefin shanks, high rollin wealth
tied ya damn ass, what a fuckin score
checked once, checked twice, not a metaphor
dirty whore, ya got the wrong door
come in the back way aye, get blown by forty whores
naughty more, nah ya been sorted thaw
you was frozen for a while, but defrost ya rortin raw
wring wring wring....
A collab...sounds interestin son, maybe its time to cool da beef?...
U call for peace is da only way da dissin is ever gonna cease...
Please believe, i aint gon back down i'll keep beefin till da day i die...
Aint give a fuck bout hurt feelins or loss souls, cuz thats da way i ride...
U may survive, stay-z if u call a cease now or b dissed relentlessy...
Or keep dissin and da C.C will b forced to dispense this G.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
chainsaws now dawg, is all you gon be gettin
bloods be drippin, crips be spittin, woogies fuckin sweatin
east side mutha fucker, ya watch ya fuckin mouth
ima beat you down bitch, like ya from the dirty south
fuck a bitch, ya couldnt suck a dick, quit it quick
me an you in freestyles, alone did i get a third spit in
damn it, the fuckin hat trick, i thought i nearly had it
pathetic drop tho, ya topics hot yo', you still gon hear me faggot
relentlessly, call peace not me, ima keep a beefin G
the streets for me, rockin cribs till three, ya aint pissin through a penis see
ima go again for the title, spit my ill recital
mike tyson bit ya hear off, means your a girl in vinal
vaginal, somthin ya never sighted, ya get frightened
juss wait till ya see the pic i did of you, ima sign it
Aight kid, u aint wanna give in so i'll keep spittin...
Ur punches is like abducted kids...Taken n missin...
AKA, None of em is hittin, listen, dude ur played...
U said whatcha gotta say, but this aint yo day...
No way u gon come up off me, u aint want it..
Furthest u could come up is ejaculatin on yo stomach.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
thats one up, and damn, what a good one
ya aint ill spittin at all, ya aint even from the hood son
two ups up a game, that ya might a like to play convicted
ima beat this bitch to three, and he aint even dropped a spit yet
not this one i bet, hes good but not a vet, aint got him yet
soon to be sonned, you can be garanteed this, and become the veterin best
forgetin the rest, ima put woog through the test
restin his soul, till it says peace in damn rest
grave stones, ya aint stoned, 6 or 7 later
i made cones, ya played alone, no dick no masterbater
ya muss hate that, ya fuckin played cat
penisless genes, ya not gon get layed with that
U aint make sense son, callin yoself a vet what?..
Ya want respect but all u get is laughed..
I'll admit today im weak, my badd day, but still rappin..
Ur bars too weak son, yo whole verse keeps collapsin..
Rap for u aint gon happen, i murdered u in Open Mics..
Chance for peace is open, but only is it open twice..
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On Vacation, Bitches.
Still listenin' in to teachers like they're preachers...
Still induced by the Lesson plan they teach her...
Still tryin' to find something to do wit' her life...
And she's still just tryin' to figure out how to survive...
They say street life is different, I know this cause I lived it...
That was my life's humber begginnin'...
Opened up the book to the first Chapter there...
Hopin' I'd go far beyond the sub-conscience whispers of "Who Cares"...
But I made it through the hard times with a high score...
Top of the list but I still won't miss being the hardcore...
did i juss say that, i mussnt obey cats
me leave, nah ima stay slap
b-s ya, what a ya think son, i'll smoke and blow rings bud
ya not a big thug, ya see my shoulders shug, ya juss a slapped bug
skwashed, skwarked, ya bleedin however
did i beat you to three, how my now clever
Son, learn to spell, replace KW wit a Qu...
Grab yo pen n pad cuz i lyrically gon school u...
Who dude? me foo, gon show u how this is done...
U may call me Daddy afta i made u my illegit son..
I'll admit u won...<-- HA! as if u gon claim victory...
I b in L.L.L JR. kid, i'll c u if u can make it this week.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
arite dawg, i give up for this evening
11:00 pm where i come, dude ya bleedin me
and i do gotta go to work, i do gotta earm my dollars
up at 5 in the morning, i'll see whats been dropped by scholars
but woogy, yeah my boy, check back, wreck rap
from ya last spit yesterday, i done served your pecked ass
Lol aight mayn, stay up n flip dollas...
Dont drop da soap, when da boss hollas...
Ur chick swallas, i found out first hand...
I done served u comin my real worse man...
Im out fa abit too, we'll beef lata...
And then i'll show how da heat'll take ya.
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