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[   SONG: That's Them                ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape        ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper feat. KillJoy ]
[   YEAR: 2007                       ]
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 (verse 1 - hyper sniper)

ever since '99, hyper sniper write rhymes
on point like a knife slice when i get the mic time
smoke all critics
you can suck a dick and lick both balls, bitches
many friends turned to enemies, but none had
a diss track. just empty comebacks
fuckin scum bags. get the fuck back.
back in the 5th grade i would have your lunch bags
don't nobody know you by your rap name homie
they never heard your shit, cause you that lame homie
the wack stay phony
and i been droppin shit every year since '03, where you at tony?
you wish you had beef with me and my click
but you need to get a life and get the fuck off my dick
at the grand emporium, mad kids seen it
that's us standin, that's them leavin


(hook)

who be them actors who captured the slang
of a rapper, spittin wack shit? (that's them)
who's gettin clapped with a mac-10? the bastards
are meltin like plastic (muthafucka that's them)
who was growin up back then as the wackest kid
that never had friends? (homie that's them)
who's gettin tracked by the contract assassin
to get that ass blasted? (muthafucka that's them)


(verse 2 - hyper sniper)

listen bitch, your rappin is lame
you been actin afraid since back in the day
i'll be laughin amazed when you passin away
jab to the brain, kick to the nuts, stab to the face
talkin this and that like you the baddest dude
but never do shit about it with a bad excuse
look at your crew, lookin back at us
when we all laugh at you, and it makes you mad it's true
i try to leave shit alone, but you won't stop
hangin on my dick till your fuckin throat blocked
you should think about it. forget all beef
i know where you live homie, you ain't got shit on me
killjoy and zel comin through, so back up
freddy grimes and JR, that's a mack truck
i fuck with hustlas doin work everyday
settin up shop on the corner like lemonade


(hook)


(verse 3 - killjoy)

j to the o, i never wave at a ho
19 years old, see me play at a show
a half hour later, gettin brain on the floor
then i pull my thang out and i came on her clothes
but none of y'all the same and i know
that your gang is a joke, you get hanged by the throat
your moms is broke and you row in the same boat
you stinky fuckin faggot, can't even buy soap
so if you know that's us, then you know that's them
they got a .38 but we got that mac-10
masked men in the mayback with black tint
i'm shittin on niggas and y'all just pass wind
so i say fuck you and all your fat friends
cuz we always talk about you know in the past tense
then i kick both your sons in the face
like i kicked the front door in up at your place, you little bitch


(hook)

**note** the lyrics for verse 3 from killjoy are typed by thesniperman.com and may be inaccurate