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09-19-04, 01:44 PM
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Diss to the "UnderGround Union" Bitin ass faggots
IP:
MC Prephickz : dawg, we all kno you aint underground, your more flashy than 50 maybe he can teach you how to stunt cuz I kno you aint walkin wit me Hit me, swing, bring ya whole union I reload my vocab. and leave ya'll in confusion Best stop bitin us or I leave more bodies in ya house than at a family reunion Why you usin somtin that aint yours I swear I will tear apart you tendons and cords Aboard my train you in for some inceneration This federation is usin consideration-- in the fact we usin verbal castration And decapitation verbal vaccination-- from my tongue whippin seringes into your veins Am I insane, naw, jus dont like people takin my name And u kno you did by the way you spelled it When we roll through you better pray you live to tell it Slugger bats, a brass, and some black clothes All we need to take 10 of you ho's I'm tryin to do it clean, but yall gon' make me get mean Like gain green I eat up ya organs At ya funeral theres one person and no pipe organs Cuz the way you move right now gon' have you boardin a casket sale Stop playin us for our name before I leave in a basket goin to hell Mistah Tate: Takin the union to communion, or betta yet school How dare you bite the name of the orginal, UnderGround Crew No talent cocksuckers, why you gotta make me cause a ruckus We confrontin you fully, but you still dodge and duck us Musta thought if you stole the logo your skill range would change Naw man, the only thing thats gone change is how yo face is arranged I'm so good wit ceramics, cuz i will seriously re-adjust yo mug Yall begged to get murdered, and now you catchin my slug UnderGround South be the hotness, no way you can stop this Let alone top this, me and MC will alter your conscious Gettin holy on you niggas, callin you out for yo pitiful sins Takin the devil out u cats wit diseased pins under yo skins Reply at yo own discretion, this is the end of yo lyrical session Still breathin wit blood filled lungs? Then u recieved a blessin bitin ass bitches, next time ask for permission...UnderGround South, the original, remember that
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