"Country Bamma"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Aggressive battle track verus country boy
	CD: Hyperactive-Battle Tracks   Label: Unsigned Credits: Production: KuneX10 Written & Performed By: Hype Title: RespectBA
	Lyrics You pop pills & type, while I grab quills & write// mic chills while the stage ignites, i'm just to bright/ steal your light, reflect & blind your sites// leave you with an ounce of hope// you try to snort it then trade it for an ounce of dope// YOU FUCKIN' JUNKIE! pills, crack, speed & oxycotten, I'd blow your fuckin' brains out but, no need, their rottin'// you'd take my name in vein, but ya cant they cloggin// BITCH! you got a lot to learn, crossed lies & loyalites// you may aswell ghostwrite my shit and survive on royalties// no joke you fuckin pussy, why dont you pick up a mic?// as long as you pop pills then i'll say what i like// as long as you ain't got skills i'll be ready to strike// so ron make up your mind is it miscarriage,marriage, divorce, death or my damage// thats making you paranoid wanting to quit rap like you cant manage// sit back on your sofa and pop another 6 pill sandwich// thats the answer? is that your way out?/ now you see what happens when you open your mouth/ Fuck UK? yeah? well fuck the south/ :hook: Trailor Trash, retarded housebound// quicky discarded while i bring the fuckin house down// wheres your fuckin spouse now?, vengenace? ha! i'll shut you down in a sentence/ 1 shot from my tounge and the bitch has tetnis/ jackaory story teller, bad speller, gay sex seller/ watch your girl leave when i tell her/ your nothin' inbred, a waste of air and space/ i love fears sound and i love it's taste/ love it even more when i chew bones into paste/ (Hype Talks) watch You and Hung Jury bending like uri/ unleash my fist of fury, look after the sick like madamme curee/ atomise your rhymes into puree, you aint shit to me/ no life no cash no friends bitch you're killin me/ my sides spillitin from the bullshit you spiitin/ you got a studio? you shittin/ no equitment and no skills, make believe girl and make believe pills/ knockin you down like a batter ram/ i'm a tornado blowing down your fuckin caravan/ standin over you with a bat in hand/ beating you till you're black an' tan now your my only spastic fan/ makes sense from all the shit you dribble scribble spit or write you're a loser wrong or right?/ battle hype flee or fight win or lose we'll see tonnight poof or dyke? guess whos right You hate it but i love my accent (och aye the noo!) your signed? but i aint heard your tracks yet from where i'm sittin your paths set to step to me and served, to shoot up and get un-nerved at get the truth you deserve, i'm onto bigger things your just my orderve but the waiters havent served my order 1 island with 3 borders a land with 3 nations

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