Round 1 GRB @ Rapmusic.com vs DZK
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Lyrics
listen here muhfucka, need to get out in the light
hungry fatass, surprised you aint ate up ya mic
you push tracks but aint sold a disc in ya life
got kids behind you, aint no real dudes thinkin you tight
must be mad at ya weight ya styles spishak
catch dzk at the frat doin a kegstand of that slimfast
you too old to blow you like 30
plus when you suck in that hot air u get you expand like kirby
ugly as fuck the ugliest duck called you fugly
even he thinks you look funny as fuck
down for the count, enef gon pin ya
coulda sworn those stretch marks are a road map of virginia
moved out the basement to a green RV
if you so dope, why havent you won a GRB faggot
n you need to get a life why arent you off yet
was hopin you shelfed yaself like the messiah complex
thought the gooniez roll in pack, rap geek
im DZ my homie bux got signed......thats neat
washed up net star's done, get a paul bearer
tried to spit offline and he got a 404 error
everybody laugh when andrew try ta rhyme
nas named his album when ya fuckin face came to mind
ya place aint defined, theres no end
so heavy take up 24 spots on ya myspace top friends
ya girl blind too how's she lovin you fool
its pitiful, the fuckin treadmill's runnin from you
ya butterbean on the mic, im the answer
soundin like ken kaniff with a dick in his mouth rappin wit throat cancer
yousa ninja turtle, ya weak bro
cause ya neck flab connects to ya chest like a ski slope
big changes happened from last year to this
except ya style, its gotten worse as the year progressed
i can picture you in a dress
havin sex with the goon pack sweaty as hell havin gay ol time
while you spittin in a cypher with those gay ol lines
so seductive to warbux like a yayo rhyme
im the general of this rap shit, yousa sergent
suckin ryan flemings cock, call it a hard target
park it, buddy, get back in the closet with those raps son
a dress you with the loss so you can go out in fasion
you 50 cent, nah you aint a snitch
u aint andrew jackson you tito bitch
eat you up like a frito twist
and you look like will smith's white sidekick in hitch faggot
surprised you doin tracks with people, its way wack
stunned you aint ate f.a.t, gobbled up your 8 tracks
and you aint batte me homo ya battle yaself
battle ya blood pressure muthafucka, batle ya health
ya need to take a jog, lose a couple pounds
shave em off like mozzarella on top of a big plate of misery
swallow it with a cup of shut the fuck up
you in denile, now you the eminem of the internet
trying to be a thug, but you buttlove
bux n job and snuggle they nutts while you lovin they cock
people laugh when you up in the spot
cause youd snap the stage in half muthafucka with one of ya flops
and you got 12 year olds at every single one of ya drops
and they wouldnt know what hiphop is if it smacked em in the crotch
and ask hibe who slept on
punches made of teflon open spillin toxic like exxon
yousa pop faggot, n aint noone behind you
cause if they was, catch rekkidz woulda fuckin signed you
and i highly doubt faggot you rollin with clout
you should regret every time that you open ya mouth
someone call one time, cause we not able
to find that spot between ya shin and foot and locate ya ankles
people point and laugh when they stare
cause you teancious d's kyle gas with a full head of hair
it just aint fair
cause i probably still wont win cause you dickrode mad like
ferris wheels at the fair
you fuckin with a bear, its known
get knocked the fuck out when i headbutt you with my humungus dome
fuckin disneyland rapper we aint brocastin youtube
cause my own mother sounds better on beats than you do
and yousa wack fuck for certain
and i hope you take this straight to the heart like steve irwin