Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin This ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin (?) Bridge You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers areĪt your own restaraunt, while I'm servin yaĭrop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stopsĬall the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yoĮminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! They shocked you back to life at the clinic Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeksįuck with me and take a heart pill, you know! With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they releasedĮvidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to restĭilated, go ask your people how I leave ya I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"Īnd he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toiletsĪiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!įirst off, fuck your songs and the shit you sayĭiss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin! Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap himĭo it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limpĭo it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kidĭo it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a.
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck stringsĬonfused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-twoīack in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you Like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do! You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you To the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a jokeĪnd I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke quitter, and you bitter cause I came alongĪnd if you talk about my little girl in a song again Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)Īnd fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an ideaįigure you can diss me to jump start your career Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere Puts an album out and rules for part of the year He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his bloodĪnd said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!" No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)Īnd now you hate Fred because Lethal left you I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy) knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himselfĬause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioninīecause this type of fag claims to never be gay, I.
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