xpertease you must be new/ don't be hatin cuz you don't have a crew/ what the fuck is up with all - of - that - shit/ thats some wack shit/ you need better to come back wit/ before ya know it I combat wit/ your untalented ass, bitch/ your just another wigga/ tryin to be a nigga/ but you need to look in the mirror/ take a second look, look a little clearer/ I'm murkin ya ass i'm about to drop the bomb/ you need to bring your corny ass back to poetry dot com
speakin of a 'DOT-COM' i was on the internet
and dam u got a 'HOT-MOM'
so what u 'DROP-BOMBS'?? is that supposed to 'MAKE-ME-SHAKE'
u best to 'FAKE-ME-JAKE'
im bout to 'TAKE-A-LAKE'
and 'FILL-YA-LUNGS' wit all the 'WATER'
first 'KILL-YA-SONS' then rape ya 'DAUGHTER'
u say i 'MUST-BE-NEW' but wit rymes like that
it 'MUST-BE-YOU' 'JUST-BE-TRUE'
to the 'SAD-FACTS' that u 'MAD-WAK'
so u lace 'BAD-TRACKS'
i may be a 'HAS-BEEN' but at least i 'HAD-THAT'
im gonna 'SUCCEED-N-DIS-GAME'
imma stand in da road so im 'IMPEDIN-DIS-LANE'
im 'INCREASIN-MY-FAME' while 'DECREASIN-YA-FAME'
just give it up go away and im 'BEGGIN-U-2-RETIRE'
i wanted to believe u when u 'SAID-U-WAS-FIRE'
well another complete newb this one's expertease/
look at his caps lock on just to emphasise these/
thinkin we need help just to read his shit/
i been lookin hard to find wordz he's bit/
but fuck that shit cos i can't be arsed with it/
i'll just end off by sayin that he must be a prick
call me a prick wit a name like 'TWEET-BURD'
everything u said my 'HEAT-HEARD'
just say the 'SWEET-WORD'
ill have u 'SPEAK-VERBS'
cuz i wanna see some action 'NOT-TALKING'
minute u see me on ya street u 'STOP-WALKING'
got the 'COPS-CHALKING'
ya outline in the 'DIRTY-ALLEY'
dam u 'HURT-ME-BADLY'
but only wit ya words no 'PHYSICAL-PAIN'
TWEETBURD wat a 'PITIFUL-NAME'
dam i saw a 'PUDDY-TAT'
dam i saw a 'PUDDY-TAT'
where the fucks this 'PUSSY-AT'
u aint gonna 'PUSH-DIS-KAT'
u dont like the president cuz hes a WOMAN
so u keep yellin dam 'BUSH-IS-WAK'
tweet-burd what the fuck, you sesame street?/
you got better thangs to do like buildin nests in a tree/
you a light weight yeh, cause you starvin at lunch/
fuck wid the wrong peepz you get socked like Hawaiin Punch/
sportin a record for one win, your career never began/
you like a baby that hasn't even learned to walk or stand/
ya gonna sink lower, watch ya legacy crumble and fall/
ya ain't even worthy enough to hold my dick or my balls/
Dr Funk 1986 think you best fuck off an suck some dicks/
cos last i heard u can gobble faster n' a dog eatin' hot chips/
shit i might be a lightweight but hey you a fuckin noweight/
no wait he might come back at me generatin lots of hate/
oh shit man best watch what i say before this bastard gets irate/
so go on back to your little click kritikal roster/
cos beefin in here's gonna end up costin ya/
k sauce your weak sauce n deserved to be tossed//
like i fired you from the mic, call me boss//
look at ya calender its bout time im selected//
your in agony n my raps are barely injected//
in your body// cause your infected with a style thats sloppy//
think you caught me?// well my raps chew threw steal,... still think ya got me?//
no way, im on fire and barely took the hot seat//
TWEET needs to move so i can 'SEE-DA-DOC'
minute he opens his mouth i can 'FREE-DA-COCK'
man my 'PEE-IS-HOT' n FUNK wanna 'DRINK-IT-DOWN'
what u 'THINKING-NOW'
think u got a 'SHOT-AT-MY-TITLE'
ill 'POP-ALL-MY-RIVALS'
ill hand u a 'GLOCK-IF-U-SUICIDAL'
only way u gonna 'WIN-DA-RACE'
is if u 'BEGIN-TO-PACE'
or 'PIN-MY-FACE' to the mat for the '1-2-3'
the judges say i 'WON-WAT-WHO-ME?'
dam i gotta make 'FUN-OF-ME'
theres only 'ONE-OF-ME'
ive got the 'STING' and the 'QUEEN-HONEY-BEE'
and the 'MONEY-SEE'
so nobody can 'SHOOT-ME-DEAD'
my 'ROOTS-R-DEAD'
i keep money under mattresses so 'LOOT-MY-BED'
'WHOS-N-RED'
and then 'WHOS-N-BLUE'
i was told nobodys 'CHOOSIN-U'
only ppl 'ABUSIN-U'
is fuckin 'USIN-U'
so i cry at night when i 'FALL-ASLEEP'
if u want my attention in a battle u best to 'CALL-OR-BEEP'
expertease done got that bored he's been playin with his sig/
come on dude you compensatin? it didn't have to be that big/
now i can see upon your knee is somethin cute an furry/
but holdin on the feline type is the only way you get pussy/
and now i speak to you not in jest/
if people don't drop back just take a rest/
ain't a battle here for who is the best/
bitch, im here to fry ya like its high noon
never thought id hear shit from a cartoon
ur funny, ur sigs one big fukin gesture
a joke, now im gonna rip like im sylvester
ur spit shit but when it gets heavy
this bitch is fucking crying to the lil old lady
fly away bird, cause in ths game u ant a wiz
you just a fucking character created for kidz
"birdy"
i put my gat to your food box, and your crew with fake rocks //
i cut your throat with my ox, how u gon call the cops? //
my flow is is hot, and continuous never gonna stop //
if u try take a shot, like shaq u'll get blocked //
never get clocked, im discreet when i jot //
cus i dun jooked ur yacht, o what u forgot //
mufucka i aint black but i leave u with a bloodclot //
didnt diss him much just practicing my rhymes
somehow i'm fed up of that shit about sylvester/
is that really the best line that you can muster/
think you should go an' hide b4 the originality cops bust ya/
i know your name is siberian an it goes to show you're cold/
an' you repeatin to me i'm a cartoon is somethin i've been told/
or it's at least been mentioned and the line is played/
so next time you talk to me make sure you have somethin to say/
cos i don't want to waste my time readin your shit it's gay/
so if u gonna be a bird, i guess im a cat //
i dont copy my lyrics, but 'll jack your hat //
ima leave u fucked up so u cant speak //
all u hear is kaaaakaaa coming out of ur beak //
cant b bothered 2 do more
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