Rap Fued, Pt.1

fitty cent -- you're great, i mean that for real
great at wearing diamonds and gettin' record deals
great at getting ho's to show 'em their boobies
and getting shit roles in shittier movies

maybe i'm old-fashioned like a horse-and-buggy
i think it's more about rhymin' than lookin' all thuggy
i don't wear no bling, 'cept my silver tongue
and i'll chop you up like egg foo yung

you be writin' lame rhymes, making fun of my mom
where'd you get that shit from, huh? rhymezone-dot-com?

you best start to scatter when they spin my platter
i'll squeeze you out like fecal matter'


throw 'em up to get down
get 'em up to throw down

This is the Beginning of a rap fued
This is the beginning of Rap

Last time we rocked on fifty cent records
Then  some damn punk had to be a label wrecker
He took our name  and made it big
Now he aint shit but a bitch to the pigs
Yeah  y'all heard me that's what I said
If I see fifty cent, I'm'a  punch him in the head
He aint got shit on Kohlz & meHe  aint got the balls to step you see?
I'm calling you out,  mr. half a dollar
Think you're so tough, give me a holler.
Only  time will tell if he's gonna make a move
Until then, just  enjoy the groove. 

(Refrain)

 

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