R1: attevocai vs Label

[trap.]

posted on 12-30-2004,

Attevocai

Kid I'm tellin you now, that you ain't likely to stop me
Cuz i'm bout to show you why i earned the right to be cocky
It really ain't a question whether i can run the table
Especially when you're just like every other dime-a-dozen Label
Yo, someone needs to help this fuckin loser get respect
Cuz his only claim to fame is he's a "super friend of text"
Early in the tourney I'm just glad that i'm disposin
of this faggot, Windy City? Guess you're talented at 'blowin'
Even your AIM name says you're Takin The Dick
So it's no wonder you had your man throw your name in the mix
Havin "Daddy" sign a note, like you're playin it sick....

(this ain't high school, bitch....style switch....)

You try to blaze with potent scripts, what i display is smokin it
Inside amazin showmanship, my mind is playin jokes and tricks
A kinda made-up story which says that this kid is tryin me
It can't be true because he's showin wackness at a high degree
And if we get in the ring, this muthafucka'd stay down
Cuz you're missin your swings, like underbudget playgrounds
This is the thing, never wanna see your face again
I'm flippin the King, and you need the Ace to win
So just accept the loss, too bad that you're takin a no-show
Cuz you just proved my point that you should now be Labeled a homo

attevocai wins