http://www.soundclick.com/bands/5/peepingtom_music.htm
Top joint.
I apologize for the languid voice. I came home late at midnight eastern time and only had less than an hour to complete this.
Follow the lyrics as you listen:
I’m brutally honest, and I’ma say this kid is wack
The name of ya soundclick is south shit, and you’re exactly right about that
I’m glad you posted a track though, now my murder is legit
Cuz I was looking forward to this shit like a constipated optimist
You aint drinkin liquor at night kid
So….if he’s knocked out at 10 pm, then I sent him 10 private messages packed with punches
You swallowin tab content, to cure anxiety attacks
Like caffeine pills everybody’s sleepin on tab
Im better than your average rhyme kicker
You can bet your bottom dollar that ima win like a competition full of arrogant strippers
Did I mention dirty south is wack, music for the simple minded fools
This kid isn’t thirsty for the game, he’s just fiending for the crunk juice
I’m droppin fresh content like prison bars of soap
If you’re bumpin streets in your car, then you must be driving over potholes
You sound like every other rapper in the ATL, I’m not impressed
So kiss round one good bye like bitches at a Speed dating event
Your tracks are ridiculous, cuz if streets is future of the south
Then Houston we got a problem like Bobby Williams
Let me guess, you rock ice, drive coupes, and drink bacardi
The only people feeling streets’ music is a fucking block party
Your lines are trite and recycled, pathetic is the word to describe you
Streets is old, how about a name change like Awannabe Avenue?
You don’t have any fans, and nobody has your back
So when the crowd chants “come on streets”, they mean shoot a load in his crack
Trust me this kid’ll get scarred
I’m not gonna give you a “chance” to pass around(a round) on this board like a unlucky orange monopoly card
Nice jerk remains…underground, im not planning to get signed to the majors
I keep it on the down low(download) like pending file transfers
My clever rhymes you don’t get it
Like the government declinin to fix a pothole on your block, I aint givin street credit
You better tuck that gun away, you’re not gangsta
Streets is a threat to nobody like the Hamptons
Change up ya steez, or you’ll be losin fast
Streets can’t lace proper tracks, we got….railroads for that
You better come equipped with punchlines and minimal tab usage
Your pathetic personals demand a classified ad section on rap music
My name alone got you nervous, your train of thought has derailed
Your talking is all screwed up, you should never bite your nails
You should have no-showed, and kept ya board fame
So how bout you don’t battle “link” like quitting a Zelda game
This battle aint a long stretch, like midget rubbers
One punch’ll make this kid die a sudden death like super smash brothers
This battle was a joke, this shit was easy for me
This kid is a phony flipping them big birds, change your name to Sesame Streets