whats with the yappin kids? when i spit, know you can’t rap with it
so if ya’ll hold up under fire...
last words comin down,tryna stab a bitch
i’ll slam you, god damn dude, im off my rocker ya’ll
fuckin kick dirt in ya face...
...by ballin up ya verse ‘n using it as a soccer ball
ya’ll bitches to simple, with that muck that ya scribble
so i’ll jam some led up ya ass so you can fuck with my pencil
i’m gunnin for ya dome, kost sound isn’t that large
so if i lower the price on ya head...
...its tossed down over ya heart
the best at what ‘ma said, so i’ma leave ya defeated
diss you...
...cause I treat people how I SHOULDA been treated
‘n vylint, shit, we all know you a bitch, sonny shut up
you went from runnin a crew... to just runnin from US
gimped to the competition, bitch, glimpse through ya optic vision
if we took a bite outta reality... it’d leave half of ya roster missin
you girls aint scary, don’t front on us slim herbs
when ya crews name clearly...
... begs for one of our members
remember...
“i’ll never surrender, you wont leave the winner”
were like to peas in a pod... ‘n i don’t mean ya dinner
BKS, we aint cool, ‘n ya verses suck
ya word’ll never make bond... bitch, it isn’t worth enough
you worthless cunt, best kept secret's a bitch, i mean, hell...
ya own name is SCREAMIN for you to keep ya shit to yaself
far as the next concerned, J. Herps, i’m hip dude, with plenty!!!
so you should take a good look...
since God aint equip YOU with any
put you on blast, ya trash pa, i rip kids so dude
don’t wanna beware the dawgs at, when I sic $pit on you
shit on you, pussy, i’ma conceded ‘n mean
^’n i did that cause I got the urge for releasing some steam
wise mind, you know you’re a joke...hear the kids own cries
shit ...you bein dope...even came to ya OWN sigs surprise
word perfect was a bunch of snobby puss...its cute dude
i know ya baron mynd...
but ya best believe ALL of my hooks’ll suit you
‘n Jacent shit, he just loves the sack ‘n a pound
i mean...a stiff wind... even gets this faggot aroused
pop pills ? fuck that...i got bitches for hot thrills
‘n mad people blowin K... if it consist with their nostrils
do this one foreshadow... come gunnin to blast, straight sonnin ya raps
bitches’ll never have the edge <--- like he was straight runnin from ass
smacked fast, i’m raw, leave the back of ya neck split
fuckin depart you so bad, people’ll use it as the EXIT
tim, tag, ab ‘n sylentz, one line, one time, i’ma blast you folks
ya’ll are half way dope... ‘n ya cant blame me for the half YOU wrote
now, next up, yo!
Ambience, ya dope shit was ghosted, whos the next ho, shit
wasn’t a fuckin coincidence ya fell off same time as Expo, bitch
just confess to it, either way, i’ma mess ya clothes in piss
‘n leave ya light hearted...
...whenever i rip open ya chest ‘n expose the shit
‘n as Jehovah’s wit, we’d GIVE you Oliver, bet he’s weak b
for real...Deon’s just another bitch... who’s still yet to beat me!
whos this fat white boy, dreamin of comin proper
its fucking Unreal...
that you’re even on the roster
this faggot classick, take him away, just leave boy!!
made my point brief, cause frankly...
its making your briefs point
‘n kap? *laughs* don’t know em, but don’t try to be cocky bra
i already know he’s a reject... otherwise he’d be in the mafia
you know you sound like a bitch, watch as my game hits em
when young phillies just how you’re labeled for bein a rape victim
HEY SHIT SON, what i’m basically saying is get lost herb
AND TAKE MY MUFUCKIN NAME OFF OF YA ROSTER!!!
Holler back hoes.
