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(shmack) Introducing the mean streets of Kentucky You guys aint real, you got plays cause you lucky I can't understand half the crap in your hit About doing the dance, it sounded like shit Quit your mumbling crap, just spit your game You call that rap? Homie get off the stage You guys sing crunk, the lowest form of music To write real rap takes a genius mind to do it A song about dancing, man what the hell That just aint original, your shit wont sell You should know that real gangstas don't dance So stop talking black, and pull up your pants You wanna let us hate, but we'll do more than that This is Shmack aka The Full Blown Attack I got the whole Who-Dey nation behind my back My soldiers are lined up, all strapped with gats And how you gonna tell us to change our songs and such Try to tell us how to do the remix to Never Touch Worry about your own songs, I got this planned If you wanna run the band, say hello to my man sam (pooch) you guys think yo gangsta, you think you're so damn hard, you make one false move, we'll pull your fuckin card you think you can rap, but it aint even legit, Letras de cancionesyou go through a whole song without sayin any shit you can watch me do my dance out in the ring, hit cha with a left, then an uppercut with sting your terrible rhymes are just igniting my flame this flame of anger just keeps gettin bigger, if you guys keep rappin, i'm gonna pull this trigger BANG, your dead, the whole world rejoices, I cant take one more minute of your god damn voices our lines got that sting, each one like a dagger, and we know we the shit, u can see it in out swagger we gonna send you into oblivion, into the deep abyss, I've said all i can say, so i'm gonna kick to the chorus (chorus) Now you wanna go to war You say you wanna let em hate We'll give you more than you bargained for You can't turn back now, its too late You guys are so overrated Your music has just got no edge Kentucky is now hated This is the Who-Dey's revenge (kidd) This is killa kidd, right here Forbidding a wigger that we don't wanna hear This wanna-be g, calls himself gravy He thinks hes good, this kid must be crazy You think you know rap? We think your whack After this song you wont even be on the map I couldn't understand you, your raps are bland glue They bounce of my ears and stick to you So bam what you gonna do now MJD You got yourself a little Who Dey beef I dare you to retaliate, see what happens We'll come at you again with our mind blowing rapping Snapping and dancing, and flapping your lips You guys aint mackin, and if you had wits you would attack us, you would come back and diss but no one would back ya, you'd just get your ass ripped and we would only react by emptying a clip don't try to boo us, askew us, or try to make us pissed cause its completely useless, you can never touch this! (chorus) (tee) You thought we were done but we were just getting started Now we're back to explain why you're all retarded You claim you aint gangster, so talk like your white But oh wait yea, you're from Kentucky, that's right So I guess you can't talk like a normal human being You sound like a whigger in the songs that you're singing Now let me ask you this, why you only put one song up on your myspace, the rest are all gone Is it because you know they just suck shlong And you wanna keep your reputation going on Your nothing but a one hit wonder, face it Your other songs are a blunder, disgracing And when your one and only hit still sucks dick Just admit it, you suck at the rap game so quit it You claim you aint fake, but I disagree Only in your dreams you're a real mc (chorus) From Letras Mania