
Coaches Eyedea (Ft. Carnage The Executioner)
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[Hook: Eyedea & Carnage]
[E] Listen player, I think you should sit this one out
We'll have a better game without you running your mouth
[C] I got a question. Any other MC's in the house?
[E] If you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I'm kicking out
[C] Yo dude, I think you should sit this one out
We'll have a better game without you running your mouth
[E] Yo, I got a question. Any other motherfuckers in the house?
[C] Man, if you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I'm taking out
[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Hold your damn horses Charlie, this game is ours
So what you a star? That don't make you hard
I'll knock your neck out that ice you sportin'
I don't need your petty title I'll battle you for your vital organs
Autograph 'em with a mean streak and put 'em on Ebay
If they don't sell in three days then I put 'em out on the freeway
It's E-Y-Easy in da heezy fo' sheezy
For does that don't know we gon' show you how we play
So he can't rap (whatup) step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
[Verse 2: Carnage]
C the Exiddy out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga a-e-d-e-y-e, so you know I must be dope
Whatup, whatup
Gay nights to a gay rights enslave fake dykes and gay types
[E] Listen player, I think you should sit this one out
We'll have a better game without you running your mouth
[C] I got a question. Any other MC's in the house?
[E] If you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I'm kicking out
[C] Yo dude, I think you should sit this one out
We'll have a better game without you running your mouth
[E] Yo, I got a question. Any other motherfuckers in the house?
[C] Man, if you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I'm taking out
[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Hold your damn horses Charlie, this game is ours
So what you a star? That don't make you hard
I'll knock your neck out that ice you sportin'
I don't need your petty title I'll battle you for your vital organs
Autograph 'em with a mean streak and put 'em on Ebay
If they don't sell in three days then I put 'em out on the freeway
It's E-Y-Easy in da heezy fo' sheezy
For does that don't know we gon' show you how we play
So he can't rap (whatup) step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
[Verse 2: Carnage]
C the Exiddy out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga a-e-d-e-y-e, so you know I must be dope
Whatup, whatup
Gay nights to a gay rights enslave fake dykes and gay types
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