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ye bitch your scared of me dissin your mother?/
well wait till i start on you, ill show you whos the real gouverner/
fuckin woman, ill murk you, no need for a gun/
bitch, you think im serious, i diss you for fun/
you know we should take this to front lines/
but you know you cant cos ill end your time/
u end my time !
ill track ya down/
get ya with ma nine/
remember tht crown?/
yeah, thts still mine/
ill pay of ya mother with just a dime/
i dont consider tht as a crime/
cos ya mother, yes she is fine/
now thts the end/
u clown/
iv just put ya down/
peace !
bitch you cant track you own house down/
all this gun talk, you fuckin clown/
remember you cant put me down that easy/
bitch with my punchlines, ill make you queasy/
and that crown, you say is yours/
its mine, and the queen, thats your whores!
u mentioned my talk of guns, tell me where i sed tht/
u must be readin summat else ya thick stupid prat/
u can hav the crown, its makes u look good/
all the crown makes u is a big fuckin dud/
ur to bothered about gainin the crown/
wen the true reward is beatin u to the ground . . .
bitch, come to front lines, im calling you out, come on/
ill fucking murk you, like hitler to a jew, im the don/
you coming or not, too scared, you know my rhymes are hot/
ill take you to my favourite spot, make sure i kill you, the lot/
so come on bitch, get to front lines/
ill show you, with my crappest rhymes!
so ur tellin me all those lines are ur worst/
i thort u was tryin ur best, im just feadin ur thurst/
wen i am through, ill be callin u a herse/
cos u wont be able to breath, ull need more than a nurse/
sayin them things has put u unda my curse/
and to brake it, u will hav to cum up with a fukin good verse . .
did i say they were my worst, no bitch, i said i can do better/
your feadin my thirst, youll be wearing, although u cant get no wetter/
your sweatin like jacko in a nursey, bitch you know you cant face me/
cos when you look at my rhymes, you know they are dope, you see/
so quit all this bitch talk and come to front lines/
you know it makes sense, we get to take piss outta ur rhymes!
what the fuck? ^ was that a verse or a story?
abstract disses thrown in with self glory
straight boring, that makes me wanna shut my eyelids
n' fuck elevatin'..... i'd prefer Sylentz
fuck six lines.
fuck u genocide/
run home to ya mumma and hide/
she will be sat there sukin ya dads dik/
wishin wen she was younger, she got ta pik/
as u got older, the head on ur shoulder, turned to shit/
this caused damage and made it hard to transmit . .
Ha ha ha.. you're weak as fuck.. a nursery rhymer
Think you've got black roots.. pssh.. your dad was a miner
Fuck u genocide - that's a killer line.. you're hot
Getting down with men.. yeah.. you hit the crack spots
Overall your verse predicts that you'll be gone in time
'Cos that was OneSmallStep for man.. one giant leap for retardkind
baa baa blak sheep this welsh cunt jackin off to wool/
Spittin so much shit he got 3 bags full/
Mister mister when u type does it cause a blister?/
Drifter to so when i kill ya nobodys gonna mis ye/
drifter, you should drift further, to the end of the earth/
bitch after last night your mum should give birth/
you were a mistake, like your lame ass rhymes/
you see, your lines, when they that wack they should be crimes/
you aint worth dissin, so youll be missin/
when i finshed with you, youll hit the headlines/
"little gay Missing" all over the front page, bitch ill end your time!
drifter drifter wat a prik/
ya mam got pregnant by ya dads pin dik/
ya lyrics are shit, why waste the time/
u need to learn summat, maybe from my rhyme/
now go home to ya shity little bin/
and dnt come bk, dont evan begin/
ur hopeless life is involved around beggin. . .
ye this board is called diss the bitch above you!/
can you not read or are you fuckin hebrew/
learn from your rhymes, bitch i learnt more from watchin grass grow/
maybe you should return when u can spit, got a better flow/
believe, you shouldnt be here, my rhymes are distinct/
you belong outside a shop, begging, in the precinct!
sylentz, I'm about violence/ thats why you'll see me in the paper more than kobe bryant/ oh wait, can you even read, cuz you cant even spell your name correct/ I mine as well show up on your door steps and give you the dirct effect/ face it man youre garbage/ you belong in a wheelchair cuz youre half retarded/ you still need a lil practice at this/ get rid of that wackness/ cuz youre still an amateur/ man I've already made it to the top and got a manager/ my rhymes are twice as hard as ya dick will eva be/ I throw my rhymes at ya extremely heavily/