Post by The Game/Chamillionaire on Jan 1, 2006 23:19:48 GMT -5
Not based off a song, just straight rappin
(Verse 1 Intro- The Game)
Hear the breakdown, no 100 bars yet we don't need that
Were gased your whole team is ass we mean that
Nike is the champs to everyone
Dikes, I think they screw everyone, to be able to buy
Sike, I mean you screw everyone, but you only screw a guy
(Verse 2 - Fresh Skillz)
I’m back again! I’m haunting y’all to your eminent doom
I assume you’re feelin gloomy ‘cause you’re gonna be consumed
You can’t stop this! No no, You can’t stop this!
Just reminisce on the past, this is gonna be bliss-ful
(Verse 3 - The Game)
You think your so cool Bonafide
you only give your team a boner to ride
Man I'm so smooth, fly, and oh so flashy
All you do is sit around and look assey
(Verse 4 - Fresh Skillz)
I’m pissin on ya, dissin ya, old....school
Crowd’s hissin ya, dismissin your rhymes, tool
Your crap fuels my rhymes, my raps, i’m dropping dimes, fool
Time after time I’m killin y’all in duals
(Verse 5 - The Game)
while crossin over ill knock you on your ass
then watch me drive by as I complete that pass
Oooh man your bars sound alot like Yayo
You only go around a bar to find gay hoes
(Verse 6 - Fresh Skillz)
So let’s do this one more time, another trash talk
You want me to bow down, but I balk
I walk all over you on the court as the crowd gawks
Awe-stricken, as my finger-licken rhymes beat your squawk
(Verse 7 - The Game)
Man you and your team plays just like fuckin goats
probably because yall got cum stuck in your throats
Ooh you think your bars are sweet
but your shit sounds like Tweet
(Verse 8 - Fresh Skillz)
Bonafide: I’ll take you on first
You attacked me, now I gotta quench my thirst
So I burst out into this flow, we’ll say I’ve been “reimbursed”
‘Cause I’m the tops in this league, and you’re the worst
(Verse 9 - The Game)
Your flow sound alot like Banks
because both of you really stank
Your like 50 cent you used to have hops
Now you wanna take us to the candy shop
(Verse 10 - Fresh Skillz)
You challenged us, so we went on the attack
I kicked your ass, then you shot right back
The problem was, it sucked, your flows are wack
Let me teach you how to truly talk smack
(Verse 11 - The Game)
Your photo shoots are wack as your IQ
Your like 50 posing on the cover of the GQ
He got the button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
What is that between your legs, two little leaves?
(Verse 12 - Fresh Skillz)
Bonafide’s been terrible this year, can’t do jack shit
Can’t shoot at all, that’s something you must admit
And Fresh is the better passer--those stats are legit
And if it hasn’t hit you yet—this is the truth I spit
(Verse 13 - The Game)
You look like something found off PBS
and your moves are like a bitch with PMS
Man your team sits around and watch my jump shot
Your shit looks like migets trying to hump robots
(Verse 14 - Fresh Skillz)
You might be able to run a team if you weren’t so fuckin thick
Things seem to take a while to kick in for you; you’re just not “quick”
You went to an NBA Clippers game to get a hair cut; makes me sick
You could get away with it if you’d keep your mouth shut, dick
(Verse 15 - The Game)
You and Nike play like bitches I suppose
You'll and Show Stoppa from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Man fuck that dick Bonafide
to beat me he needs luck
(Verse 16 Outro- Fresh Skillz)
Fool, it’s over, you can’t hang with me and The Game
It’s just the same damn thing, my flows met with acclaim
It’s a shame; I kinda thought maybe you’d improved your stuff
So you better back down, ‘cause this shit’s about to get rough
(Verse 1 Intro- The Game)
Hear the breakdown, no 100 bars yet we don't need that
Were gased your whole team is ass we mean that
Nike is the champs to everyone
Dikes, I think they screw everyone, to be able to buy
Sike, I mean you screw everyone, but you only screw a guy
(Verse 2 - Fresh Skillz)
I’m back again! I’m haunting y’all to your eminent doom
I assume you’re feelin gloomy ‘cause you’re gonna be consumed
You can’t stop this! No no, You can’t stop this!
Just reminisce on the past, this is gonna be bliss-ful
(Verse 3 - The Game)
You think your so cool Bonafide
you only give your team a boner to ride
Man I'm so smooth, fly, and oh so flashy
All you do is sit around and look assey
(Verse 4 - Fresh Skillz)
I’m pissin on ya, dissin ya, old....school
Crowd’s hissin ya, dismissin your rhymes, tool
Your crap fuels my rhymes, my raps, i’m dropping dimes, fool
Time after time I’m killin y’all in duals
(Verse 5 - The Game)
while crossin over ill knock you on your ass
then watch me drive by as I complete that pass
Oooh man your bars sound alot like Yayo
You only go around a bar to find gay hoes
(Verse 6 - Fresh Skillz)
So let’s do this one more time, another trash talk
You want me to bow down, but I balk
I walk all over you on the court as the crowd gawks
Awe-stricken, as my finger-licken rhymes beat your squawk
(Verse 7 - The Game)
Man you and your team plays just like fuckin goats
probably because yall got cum stuck in your throats
Ooh you think your bars are sweet
but your shit sounds like Tweet
(Verse 8 - Fresh Skillz)
Bonafide: I’ll take you on first
You attacked me, now I gotta quench my thirst
So I burst out into this flow, we’ll say I’ve been “reimbursed”
‘Cause I’m the tops in this league, and you’re the worst
(Verse 9 - The Game)
Your flow sound alot like Banks
because both of you really stank
Your like 50 cent you used to have hops
Now you wanna take us to the candy shop
(Verse 10 - Fresh Skillz)
You challenged us, so we went on the attack
I kicked your ass, then you shot right back
The problem was, it sucked, your flows are wack
Let me teach you how to truly talk smack
(Verse 11 - The Game)
Your photo shoots are wack as your IQ
Your like 50 posing on the cover of the GQ
He got the button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
What is that between your legs, two little leaves?
(Verse 12 - Fresh Skillz)
Bonafide’s been terrible this year, can’t do jack shit
Can’t shoot at all, that’s something you must admit
And Fresh is the better passer--those stats are legit
And if it hasn’t hit you yet—this is the truth I spit
(Verse 13 - The Game)
You look like something found off PBS
and your moves are like a bitch with PMS
Man your team sits around and watch my jump shot
Your shit looks like migets trying to hump robots
(Verse 14 - Fresh Skillz)
You might be able to run a team if you weren’t so fuckin thick
Things seem to take a while to kick in for you; you’re just not “quick”
You went to an NBA Clippers game to get a hair cut; makes me sick
You could get away with it if you’d keep your mouth shut, dick
(Verse 15 - The Game)
You and Nike play like bitches I suppose
You'll and Show Stoppa from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Man fuck that dick Bonafide
to beat me he needs luck
(Verse 16 Outro- Fresh Skillz)
Fool, it’s over, you can’t hang with me and The Game
It’s just the same damn thing, my flows met with acclaim
It’s a shame; I kinda thought maybe you’d improved your stuff
So you better back down, ‘cause this shit’s about to get rough