trap.
01-31-2013, 07:35 PM
E2:
Ayo KFG, you’re wack, it’s true. Better pray for that ass
You just fast food, more chickenshit than a KFC bathroom
In fact, you’ve been starved, stop acting all hard
The only time you touch heads is with black dudes in bars
You got some kind of problem and I found it in ya mouth
The only thing you got that’s well rounded is ya vowels
“The fuck you Tom Boot?”--as they say in canadian
I’m straining ya brains through the cracks in ya cranium
You’re crazy if you thinking ‘bout maxin out. Last the round?
Shit, all you are is the last around to get smashed and bounce
You got lots of stamina, but it’s not like you’re man enough
To drop bombs in battle--you puttin the nada in Canada
You God Awful, hang it up--have you lost all of your sense?
Guess that hoodie aint the only thing gone over your head
You’re counterfeit. It’s ok ya text phase don’t amount to shit
Just make like them hairs on your face and grow out of it
These memories’ll hurt, son. You needa repress those
You’re just a pussy chasin minuet... and she aint a lesbo
But if you put on some lipstick and took a load to the face
You’d sorta look like the joker; don’t let it go to waste
I’mma beat this man to a pulp till my hands are broke
Then I’ll start using my legs, and I’ll bash some mo
You think you’re reading random quotes from a battle? No
I ran away with this match and this is the ransom note
You couldn’t blow the spot if you had Rambo with cops
How you gon be Kung Fu Grip? Kid you can’t hold a thought
Don’t act all distraught that you just got bested
Fucked in the tourney with some sloppy seconds
I turned ya flesh to beef, stretched it from west to east
Check the tombstone: The end of kungfu G, R.I.P.
Kungfugrip no-shows.
Ayo KFG, you’re wack, it’s true. Better pray for that ass
You just fast food, more chickenshit than a KFC bathroom
In fact, you’ve been starved, stop acting all hard
The only time you touch heads is with black dudes in bars
You got some kind of problem and I found it in ya mouth
The only thing you got that’s well rounded is ya vowels
“The fuck you Tom Boot?”--as they say in canadian
I’m straining ya brains through the cracks in ya cranium
You’re crazy if you thinking ‘bout maxin out. Last the round?
Shit, all you are is the last around to get smashed and bounce
You got lots of stamina, but it’s not like you’re man enough
To drop bombs in battle--you puttin the nada in Canada
You God Awful, hang it up--have you lost all of your sense?
Guess that hoodie aint the only thing gone over your head
You’re counterfeit. It’s ok ya text phase don’t amount to shit
Just make like them hairs on your face and grow out of it
These memories’ll hurt, son. You needa repress those
You’re just a pussy chasin minuet... and she aint a lesbo
But if you put on some lipstick and took a load to the face
You’d sorta look like the joker; don’t let it go to waste
I’mma beat this man to a pulp till my hands are broke
Then I’ll start using my legs, and I’ll bash some mo
You think you’re reading random quotes from a battle? No
I ran away with this match and this is the ransom note
You couldn’t blow the spot if you had Rambo with cops
How you gon be Kung Fu Grip? Kid you can’t hold a thought
Don’t act all distraught that you just got bested
Fucked in the tourney with some sloppy seconds
I turned ya flesh to beef, stretched it from west to east
Check the tombstone: The end of kungfu G, R.I.P.
Kungfugrip no-shows.