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round 1 - entropy vs. ricky martin (aflunky) |
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The Digital Entropy
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whos AFlunky? the biggest fruit out of panama
a demon spawn of Chiquita banana and Tropicana
got a camera? check his pics, who do you see?
they got me fighting a Mexican john belushi who will lose to me
but this aint news to me, hes flaming gay
wit more Hawaiian shirts that Richard Simmons on pride day
answer me this- bitch- is that your native clothing?
its something you should be deported for just for owning
you got a radio show? it sucks, its no good bro
the only show you could get on is telemundo
¿comprende amigo? you understand what i say?
youre a mix of nacho libre and Enrique
youre a joke singer, try choking on ya finger
next up "handicapped fat whack rappers" on Springer
Arturo? well imma call you dirty Sanchez is this case
cuz that dirt lip looks like shit smeared on your face
even agent MGD got him breathing heavy
and in 10 seconds theyll be fuckin in the back of his Chevy
Entropy’s a monster, silver bullets wont leave him dead
Flunky’s a vampire, but hes sucking dicks instead
this fuckin pricks a sped, hes borderline retarded
its bad when your baby isnt the reason wall outlets are safeguarded
and who the hell would marry you? let alone live with you
fuck that, who would want to have a kid with you?!?!
i dont mean to accuse ya, but youre a pretty steady boozer
Jesus, even Freddy Krueger would pity this loser
lose ta ya? now thats way out of the question
your raps whack ive heard better shit come from indigestion
and you think you can battle rap? youre gonna lose your life
you couldnt battle a wrap/rap at subway with a fork and a knife
last night i took ya girl and bust a nut on her
your wife’s legs spread easier than creamy jiffy peanut butter
i got on top her ta feel her as i watched her squirm
she opened some tequila and i gave her my worm
lets play dress up, youre about to get messed up
i know youre scared of entropy, a-flunky fuckin fess up
tangling with me is like tryin ta wrangle a bangle
youd get mauled cuz you couldnt even mangle a bagel
im unstable they call me the detonator
cuz ill strap a pipe bomb to ya backpack and detonate-ya
decimate ya, assassinate ya with a spork-in-hand
youre a pest, i terminate like the Orkin-man
i just found a hockey stick, call me Casey Jones
as i smash ya head in until ya face explodes
whatchu grinning at? battling me is a big gamble
ill rip that smile off ya face like plaque on enamel
and leave you in shambles, back broken, in shackles
i spit more than a camel full of chewing tobacco
you facing Entropy, you gonna get beat
you taste that? it aint Hennessey, its defeat
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