Lyrics
Fuck Warbux,(pussy) Imma make some suggestions //
lose the speech impediment , n fix ya Nasal Congestion //
n u expectin respect, But I aint afraid of this vetran //
got so many dickryders, U cant raise an erection //
But dats gonna change, Cuz cavin his chest in //
N judgin from ya size n weight, it aint gonna take too much effort //
Catch Records... bout need a need a new Artist //
Its the perfect name for ya lable, Cuz every cat that bought ya CD has Tossed it //
Bux is completely retared //
If this Bastad lookin for static, tellem drag his feet on the carpet //
aint no need for pre-caution, this kid has been garbage //
since he was in the gooniez doin songs wit kenny n Cartman //
I seen ya Pictures N dog Please // Yeah "U down right fierce like Hadukens"
When you resemblin Dahlsim //"Yoga"
I dont know why Im facin this bitch //
In 05 I seen phene destroy you, and you escaped from the shyt //
same tourney cire ate you, and they gave you the win //
N I predict ya dick rydaz is Bout save you again //
stop givin you love the minute you spoke dude //
Cuz clearly ya lungs cant support ya throat thru those silly ass vocals //
I dont know who, you spoke to, cuz whoever done told you //
you was a Hot MC, oughtta be Beat, like Pro Tools //
you aint invincible dogg //
N If I were you, I you woulda stopped Battlin, after Ness Ripped you apart //
cats grippin ya balls, But I aint givin you love //
Investment Agents...dont even see a prediction for bux //
Cuz the minute I entered this Board //
My Main intention was to Get Bux, N put this Bitch Bux in a morgue //
I been to War 3 times, skin covered in Blood Stains //
Fuck face , I split Bux, n Crumple da chump change //
You aint Big Bux, you garbage, admitt it //
So yall can Scratch Bux Off this Card, like a lottery ticket //
I monster when Spittin, You aint as hot as you claim //
so when I take Bux Out, yall Its not on a date //
Imma take Bux out, Like a withdrawl from da Bank //
Dog I break Bux Down, till they callin him change //
doubt my rhymes, Chump, you gotta be playin //
Bux must be Out his mind like labotomy patients //
Im tired of hearin the same monotinous statements //
So Imma end this pain in the ass like sodomy cases //
I know you Popula playa //
But If yall think Bux is Keepin it real, so Is monopoly Paper //
I peeped ya song "U aint rich", Thats some funny shyt //
Cuz When I put the Clamp on Bux, he gonna Fold Like a Money clip //
U Ugly Bitch, Monkey C, monkey do //
Me gettin beat By Monkey B, is just plain Monkey food //
I slump every one you runnin wit //.. Odd Job, Dzk, Ill chris,
I sonn em for the fuck of it //
think I lyin, I'll ride thru them chumps //
But not before Im done, puttin an end, to all the Hype over Bux //
Cuz Im Hungry as hell, for that prize money bux //
I know you hungry too, hell, I can see ya spine from the front //
Keep Actin, like Ya Steez Not lame //
N I bring the Truth outta Bucks, Like the actor on He got game //
you steppin to a General //
But Bux dont get Physical, unless a doctor is inspectin his genitals //
you pitiful fuck, Bux aint did any drugs //
unless you count his addiction to gettin High off his internet buzz //
Yall seen a pic of his mug ?, the shyts rediculous huh ? //
You can count his ribs thru his Jersey, bux is skinny as fuck //
All the tourneys you been in, the ones you entered n Won //
U should spent the prize money on vitamins and minerals chump //
but Belive it or not this Dude thinkin he hot //
Im surprised ya anorexic ass can support the huge ego you got //
Point Blank...U cant compete wit beige //
If I wanted to battle an overated rapper, I ask for dzk ....
but I settle for second best, I aint the cat to complain //
this a reality Check Bux, now take that to the bank //
what beat is this?