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no balls - icy pop lyrics

[intro]
(commonwealth fashion show sample)
[verse one]
dj rambo, more like dj ramhoe
you got shit on your mind, meaning shit
thinkin’ you gonna be a big dj, you only got a few people workin’ for you
this close to get raging, at you and other f-ckers too
man, you got me wanting to shoot you with an ak
i bet you get f-cked at night, am i right… hey?
callin’ me ugly, back then… you were ugly
i had to look away from you every second, blinding my eyes every f-ckin’ second i look at you
you got jealous when i turned to rap, you wanted me to be your dj at your shitty ifm
i bet you don’t get any listeners, maybe only a couple
f-ck you, i got my own radio station
radio cl-ssify, the greatest cl-ssical radio for you to die from
you skipped the last prom… because you ugly and no one would dance with you
f-ck you john, i’ll shit on you lawn
i hopin’ you are hated by sean, he’s my best friend more than you was
morgs hatin’ you and sean, but she should continue to hate yo -ss
i hate it, sean should hate it too
i’m comin’ up yo -ss so beware, f-cker you’ll be gaspin’ for fresh air
i’ve got you wanna be dead, yeah
f-ck ya, you queer… i’mma scream in your ear, steer through life and f-ck you, you got no b-lls
[bridge]
no b-lls, no b-lls, no b-lls, hear the dead calls
[verse two]
i hope you see the light comin’ towards you john, you got nothing in your brain
put you in a plane, hijack it and make it crash, bash into a tree
f-ck you, see an ak… rest with a gun to your chest
pull that trigger, f-ckin’ walker
hurt ya, with a bat… f-ck you
i’mma buy a gat and shoot ya with a bullet
shit, a shot from a magtech… laugh like i’m on crack
i’ll be k!llin’ a rhyme that i’m right at this moment spitting
i’m shittin’, no f-ckin’ shit that i have to fight you
i don’t wanna, but you got me to this point so here’s a diss so hear this from your dear old friend chris so you got no b-lls
{interlude 1}
you need some b-lls to fight, no b-lls then you shite
it’s a fact… you need more than 2 to fight as good yo
[verse three]
one minute, give me one minute to see how good you are rambo
maybe shitty as you are yo, got no guts to fight… b-lls is what you need to fight so if you ain’t got ’em then don’t open your mouth
the shit that goes out of it, the shit that also goes into it
you think i’ll be a good d-mn punk from school who got bulled more than a spastic
i’ll smash ya, you d-ck
you can’t fight me, can you?
you have no f-ckin’ b-lls to fight so what comes around goes around
i’ll be comin’ up at yo -ss, the next f-ckin’ round so you got no b-lls
[interlude 2]
ha, motherf-ckin’ f-cker… take that
[outro]
stupid -ss f-cker, what you gonna f-ckin’ do with yo lame dj sk!lls you got

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