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^^ got skills tourney round 2
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g'luck triple...
LYRICS:
yeye.... got skillz round 2.... triple n, you got it comin' boy, yo, mad dog... we got it easy... flying to the finals,
yo... check check
living in the streets and shit...i guess that must be cold,
your 19 right?and your profile says your 18 years old,
tryna look younger to attract the ladies? its for DQ,
but no look their... coz she the one that owns you,
gods gift? you have a high opinion of yourself,
you hustle the streets, now u gotta share the wealth,
hard knocked life... getting caught and put in cuffs,
no one came and got you coz your mum was massaging my nuts,
he runs shit.... knocking on doors, banging on jaws kid?
coz when he's wanking would be the only time this whore spits,
he's flawless? someone mustav said the wrong shit,
doing his mums hair would be the only time he holds clips,
when i saw the matchup, i laughed, another victory for me,
gardening? ill come in your hand so u can hold seeds,
hold babie E.C's for your mama to breast feed,
triple runs away... mummy daddy had to beat me,
ill laugh in your face... like a joke i just chuckle,
you had it hard, used to get beat by a belt buckle,
kinda sound like barry white,i guess he a smooth act,
he wnt be so smooth when he connects wit two bats,
true dat, i got it covered when you's shoots iraq,
but the equation here is the irqies never booms back....
now time for schooling, ill take him back to the days,
the days when triple n used to fight for gays,
he enjoyed the challenge, not getting bummed or did he?
coz he all loved up for pain, like bobby and whitney,
still he folds... like poker hands i'm having him aced like kings,
but drama queen aint in this hand, she down here, sucking,
dont meen no hate i jus do it to piss you off, it's easy,
coz E.C never agrees to see you emcee im breezy,
clock wit a bit of flow, have u stunned like stone cold,
the thing is, your stones craked... battered fucked up and old,
i got him spooked like he saw a ghost he's shook,
but like irishman and clovers, this fools ran out of luck,
i dnt no if your gonna show, but fuck it ill put on a show,
the onlt time it's breezy for you is when your getting blown,
now ill change the style, like a virgin, this pussies tight,
he aint shit, no wonder he bitches out of fights,
if shoes were a batttle, this faggot could never boot me,
but whenever he raps, i think he's trying to seduce me,
if wackness was an illness, you'd be spluring wit coughs,
and then u come on the radio, people turn that shit off,
you wack, the certain skills u lack, u make a fool of us all,
how can i guy have a deep voice wit no dick or balls,
i'm steaming... ill throw water boiling like i was a kettle,
he's like a housewife, not donig shit, till the dust settles,
ill sting him, give him lumps, dumps and mumps like nettles,
faggot ass aint hard, the boy is nicer than rose petals,
still i go on to whore this clown, am juggling his life,
he's on fire,i got him tied to a board and i'm throwing knives,
ive hit him enough like domestic voilence in his home,
now he's still dont do shit, kinda like garden knomes,
