Lyrics:
i ain’t talking bout Patrick
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting
You got served by me,
and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we could be here all night,
They're only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints
Catch the story of my life on VH1 Behind The Music
(Ladies & Gentlemen), The starting line ups at home
We got four emcees and that's five with DJ
They’re still sounding half-assed
Yelling and screaming like they got
Something when they don’t got nothing
So them niggas need to stop fronting
Talking how
half of those are rat exposed and you assinine
I got dudes with baags of nines
try to lose this battle, time
I'm amused despite of lies
I'm amused
I'm
the reason the DJ's half hearted
You're a dark bastard
Hit his wife years in the past
Gotta blast it
I don't lie I just spit bare facts
I'ma merk Will
Like
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
your niggas with you
Battle on the cordless, but die by a handgun
Deleting violators until there aren't any reamaining
Oh yes the battle begins ?
?
talkin'
I was thumbing through them bills
Bro this ain't no football match
But dawgy runnin' drills
Half zip to the face got me numbing
I don't wanna feel
welcome to the Dune Room
Bitch, ay, I'm off Activist
Hit your bitch by mistake in the whip, a car accident
Uh, she ain't see me take the condom off, I did
Dawg dem deh pan a boat ride
Keep dah browning deh close by
O man do nuh mek e colt rise
Yuh nah post failure suh mek mi post mine
Now
Mi chargie yuh fi
or 4 beers for the boys that I'm with
4 or 5am still getting 'em in
5 or 6 pound for a pint takes the piss
I'm cheap so I snuck in the flask on my hip
a half a pint up in my soda
No I'm not talkin' bout wick but I cannot keep my composure
If you tryna go to war then you know I can send my soldiers
Man I'm
and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact
by, as my mind
Keeps deteriorating slowly, tryna pass the time, wasting my
Life away on halfs and pints, addicted to a basic vice that's asinine
Savage
time Overshadowed by accomplishments
But really seen my victory Once I put my heart in it
Put my All of it friendships fell off
Was my apprenticeship now
the moon and killed the sea
I'm ending this whole galaxy
And not a single day will pass me by
Where I can work the day and keep you off my god damn mind
I
DJ's and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom
Again now they got front, I
unintentional malice
Want to battle one of us is endin up in God's palace
Doubt my shit's Official the Megatron missile
Bio computer virus with flesh
gotta do is learn some manners
Women and men, DJs and rappers
There's nothin' more to say, this meeting is adjourned
And if you don't know by now I
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
New Jersey stand up!
[DJ scratching Eminem sample]
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon"
"Pacewon"
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how
Looking at the book you handle
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be
.jpg/300px-Half_Man_Half_Biscuit_(22017516678).jpg "Half Man Half Biscuit")
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