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buttatones – battle lyrics

“i don’t f-ck around…dummy…”

you ain’t a rapper when i’m done with you
you’ll cry yourself to sleep right there
cuz your nightmares are coming true
i’ma f-ck with you on the corner smoking the ganja
you there hoping for change like you voted obama
i am not your brother but i will c-ck you mother
the only reason you leaving here cuz i forgot the rubber
kidnap you quick it’s the end of the f-ggots
you’s a hoe but you should know i’m ’bout to smack a b-tch
you ’bout as real as a magic trick performed by a mannequin
the day i listen to you i’ll follow laws of the vatican
you in a morgue if we battling, quit playing yourself
the crowd knows keeping your mouth closed is great for your health
so stay in your sp-ce or i’m breaking your face
you can cut me in line, still ain’t taking my place
cuz i’ll run you over with the force of a bulldozer
stay out my lane, i make state troopers pull over

“i don’t f-ck around…dummy…”

write verse the second with expressions that boggle minds
words are weapons, two lines do you like a dollar sign
and that’s the bottom line, make your wifey swallow mine
then rob you blind, k!ll kids for talking sh-t like columbine
you don’t qualify for best rapper alive
you even wacker than your cat, you got ?? by
i’ll probably laugh when you die, make your family cry
when i k!ll you your pets are scared to stare in my eye
prepare for your try but you won’t accomplish sh-t
throw you in a bottomless pit off the top of a cliff
i’ll bring apocalypse, doing pot when i spit
so say you god’s gift get burnt with pot in the spliff
you’re not gonna live much longer like you’re last and under
should of thrown you away and kept the afterbirth
this is the master’s work while displaying m-ssive worth
turn the planet’s surface back to just gr-ss and dirt

“i don’t f-ck around…dummy…”

you can’t feature on the song, this a no biter track
you’re a garbage artist, even your ghost-writers wack
the day you’re ill’s the day i check a flow writer rap
there’s no place left for waste on this whole entire map
uninspired and tired to hear you the greatest ever
i’ll let you think what you want, i won’t debate it never
til i run up on you punch your face, take your cheddar
back talking to cops does not make it better
whatever you clown, but the fact that makes it worse
who you try to be every time you try to lay your verse
how you got the b-lls and nerve to even say those words
when you know it in your heart you run with the g-yest herds
fronting like an emcee, take your head on a rival
used to have enemies til i deaded my rivals
i’m stacking it all up, ’bout to take the next t-tle
while you f-ggots still rock for love like bret michaels

“i don’t f-ck around…dummy…”

- buttatones lyrics

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