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[   SONG: It Ain't Nothin     ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

yo.. hype snipe, i'm a rap savage
haters get so mad, they can't stand it
they mad cause i rap fast and they wack at it
my shit flippin quick like vocal tap dancin
y'all ain't rappers, you jackasses
and you get broke down like a crack addict
ransack your pad with trash bags and a mask
then we pawn that with hand-to-hand cash transaction
when you talkin tough, it's bad actin
but you had your man laughin, so have at it
i'm takin out the trash like Captain Planet
when i snap ya damn back in half like a graham cracker
that was half tactful plannin, half black magic
i'm comin at ya with sick acrobatics
on some jackie chan shit, do a hand stand
with only one arm, the other hand blow the strap at ya


 (hook)

oh no don't you try to say somethin
slaughterhouse came through and they ain't bluffin
y'all little homos die with your throat poked wide
with a 44 like it ain't nothin
oh no don't you try to walk away
y'all got beef homie, what you got to say?
y'all little homos die with your throat poked wide
with a 44, shot it in your face


 (verse 2)

yo.. give me one notebook and 35 pens
and i'll show y'all what a dirty rhyme is
it infect ya like a burning virus
so y'all better bounce bitch, hurry like quick
take a few notes when you see your boy rock the
stage right away when he do a few shots of
151 maybe grey goose vodka
see me go nutty, mad batty, like bonkers
intimidation.. steppin to the savage
everybody wanna know the method to the madness
the weapons and the mask fit the veteran of rappin
hyper sniper doing this better than the average
torture ain't nothin, the pain is easy
spittin lyrics that involve brains and eating
my looks ain't deceiving. three thugs with 50 caps?
must have been sniper man, fuzz and j-reezy


 (hook)


 (verse 3)

i be the sickest MC to spit it
as devious as i get, the whole team is wicked
y'all be some chickens, geeks weak and timid
i don't know what that's like, i don't speak for bitches
i speak for violent young white kids
with KC 50 caps right above their eyelids
who grew up bumpin shit like Lynch
the formula works for me, why would i switch?
if i had a way i would shoot these guys
then drill my own head like the movie Pi
then i get away with temporary insanity
and only spend one year up in the puzzle factory
shit i need for my day to day practice
2 cups of blood and a razor blade sandwich
a fresh notebook and a few bags of pens
and a clever diss line for you rappers again. punk bitch


 (hook)