Me vs Jafaar
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Story behind the song
Battle for Battlewarz.com against Jafaar
Lyrics
don't bother queer The star is here disregard the fear, don't matter if ya post on time, I'm canceling your bars like Cheers/If there's a brawl in HERE, we know who's getting the victory, cause I'm attracted to wins like alcoholics to beer/Jafaar must be crazy he tried to play me, put my leg in his ass, got my foot loose like Patrick Swayzee, someone call his old lady, cause i got rabied and if I get pissed I'm laying his ass to rest like sleepy babies/this geek be daily, goin' home crying "why can't I win, cause voice done made more hits than halle berry, drinkin' and drivin'/you think I'm lyin', i'm not tryin' to be the best, when I'm on stage the crowd's like insomniacs they ain't seein the rest/Rippin' this cat, I haven't begun to dispatch, since you from Iraq call me voice of Allah till the end of this match/ I'm equated, to be, the greatest and you the worse, what a fool Ja..rule, only if ashanti sang his verse/There's no mad debatin', dude I'm glad you hatin, when I find you you catchin' more caps than a graduation/I choke daughters who refuse elope offers, with a flow so weak, you fallin' off like cripled tight rope walkers/Try to match me in 10 Apache's with more red dots on my face than acne, I whoop your whole crew, tryin' to attack me/Him tryin' to mach me, that make as sense as a canadian iraqi./I spit sick, I'm physically fit, to belittle these twits, you ain't got no balls, the smallest cup won't fit like on Lil' Kim's tits/My sixth-sense tellin' me, he might as well as not post, because I haven't even dropped yet, and i'm seeing his ghost/Being the most, ruthless dude on the net I'm the baddest/known for wreckin' more tracks than nascar crashes/Anticipate your fate, I spit so hot it make this chicken shake, and bake, disgrace/I'll kick you in your bare nuts, get prepared slut, any time I see fit you gettin' faded like military hair cuts/Trying to step up to the plate like you're a real fighter, you won't compete i'm puttin' more pressure on you than Dolly Parton's tire's/I bet you won't step in the cypher, and say he's a meanie, if this was Aladdin', I'd be gettin' in Jafaars ass and I won't need a genie/Double team me, I'll murder-you, since ya car ain't got a drop top, shit I'll make your forehead into a convertible/My-skill's on the mic-grill, show I kill, my mind-spills, you feel like you got hit with pumps, and not high-heels/I’m done, ever try to rip on me specifically, get you your ass whooped instantly, and you couldn't buy the win if you left victory.