A.I. the brain
07-16-2005, 03:17 AM
Song Title: Whiner boy
Performed by: A.I. feat. Avril Lavigne
Wassup y’all. A.I. in the house. There goes my beat.
A.I. the brain, live on BS/
Rhyming is my thing, and it ain’t no bs/
Sit back and re-lax, let me pass with a swagger/
Mess with me never, or I’ll drop you the hammer.
‘Nough of the intro, I’m gonna do a crescendo/
Expose the fraud-o and send him to plu-to/
No need to piss, It’s time to diss/
Whiner boi is, Pac-man from the abyss
(Yo my girl avril, sing it for me)
Avril:
Pac is a whiner boy
Erik said see ya later boy
He wasn’t good enough for him
Pac’s now at the studio,
Shooting a new ad he boasts,
About a man he used to be.
(Break it down yo)
Sure he got Barrera but who else is in his folda?/
Overmatched suckas who shoulda coulda woulda/
Enter the Dinamita, folding him like a leaf in the junga/
When it was all ova, a bruised toe is all Pac could mutta.
To hell with the bias, judges are like madda****as/
But soon another bad-ass, joined the rowdy fracas/
Erik looked terribly all right, boxing with the same old spice/
And much to my delight, fully diffusing the hype that was Manila Ice.
One mo’ time my sweet.
Avril:
Pac is a whinerboy
Erik said see ya later boy
He wasn’t good enough for him
Pac’s now at the studio,
Shooting a new ad he boasts,
About a man he used to be.
Performed by: A.I. feat. Avril Lavigne
Wassup y’all. A.I. in the house. There goes my beat.
A.I. the brain, live on BS/
Rhyming is my thing, and it ain’t no bs/
Sit back and re-lax, let me pass with a swagger/
Mess with me never, or I’ll drop you the hammer.
‘Nough of the intro, I’m gonna do a crescendo/
Expose the fraud-o and send him to plu-to/
No need to piss, It’s time to diss/
Whiner boi is, Pac-man from the abyss
(Yo my girl avril, sing it for me)
Avril:
Pac is a whiner boy
Erik said see ya later boy
He wasn’t good enough for him
Pac’s now at the studio,
Shooting a new ad he boasts,
About a man he used to be.
(Break it down yo)
Sure he got Barrera but who else is in his folda?/
Overmatched suckas who shoulda coulda woulda/
Enter the Dinamita, folding him like a leaf in the junga/
When it was all ova, a bruised toe is all Pac could mutta.
To hell with the bias, judges are like madda****as/
But soon another bad-ass, joined the rowdy fracas/
Erik looked terribly all right, boxing with the same old spice/
And much to my delight, fully diffusing the hype that was Manila Ice.
One mo’ time my sweet.
Avril:
Pac is a whinerboy
Erik said see ya later boy
He wasn’t good enough for him
Pac’s now at the studio,
Shooting a new ad he boasts,
About a man he used to be.