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Block Busta ft. MrGreenson
- SpecterSaber:
- Lets give these fools a test, no flex
- Diss me, know that your a pest and you next
- I would say extinct like T Rex
- But fakes like you are still here
- Man my M 18 and my knife sheers will make you disappear
- Always whining like your in your late teens,
- My group of fiends leave you riddled in fear.
- MrGreenson:
- The Block Bustas musta came on in,
- infected this land with sin,
- wrecked dudes so bad, there sittin' as a liquid in a bin
- Your best is like lettin' me win,
- My heavy weaponry, is my pad and my pen
- The block has taken my friends,
- We gotta stop whatever them niggas send.
- SpecterSaber:
- Im SpecterSaber, the mind eraser
- Ballin over the Indy Pacers
- Fuckin Alabama racist, no UAB Blazers
- Beat the greatest like Joe Fraizer
- This crowd amazer, melts atoms like a lazer
- Im selling your kids shit, check your grandsons pager
- Your tight ass pants make you look like a power ranger
- Your getting pissed off, you should control your anger
- Getting dudes ticked off, like Sean Avery, NY Rangers.
- MrGreenson:
- Im Greenson, never do i reason,
- Wanna go bar for bar anyone?
- I'll jet past you, break you, put a full body cast on you
- Pull a fast one on you, nigga take a shit on you
- Spit on you, block bustin' for life,
- Cut yo ass up with a rustin' knife
- Slamming on milfs and Russian wifes
- Your flow is light, not even alright
- Ill cap your ass just for asking if i "got a light".
- SpecterSaber:
- Yea, so cmon, catch me on fight night,
- So i can haze up your eyesight,
- Fucked your main squeeze, she was a delight
- Get knocked with the might, burning through
- the air like a burning kite, used to carry an axe,
- Leaving fucks spliced, exterminating these street mice,
- Don't take the chance or roll the dice, figuretive
- and literally, i turned into a fugative punks keep messing with me,
- so i make them skulls bleed,
- Swim away you little sperm seed,
- Im to elite, for you to compete, your candy ass is to sweet
- Yank them kicks right off your feet,
- My fire is illegal like arson,
- Rip apart a nun, and ram my cock right
- through your girls loves plums
- Born in the USA, glued to rap, im here to stay
- I'll send some bullet spray down your hallway,
- We dont play, jump in the block fray, your body wont
- Have a chance to decay, your shit gets blown away
- First rap pad rap is wrapped up, battle me please!
- Because your bitch ass needs slapped up.
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