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[Speaking] Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street. Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches. Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and Proof, those are my boys, we can get down anytime of the day. But that fat bastard Bizarre!? He's going to get himself a good ol' country ass whooping. Let me tell ya, Royce the 5'9 is kinda pissed at Bizarre because, chicken shit bastard, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew... then he wants to turn around and diss somebody!? Isn't that a bitch!? Hell I don't know, this guy might even get his damn ass whooped. If I was him I'd stay indoors. Boy I tell ya, this mother fucker, he wants to go around dissing Royce the 5'9; then turn around and call him up, so he can get a goddamn spot on the Rock City remix! (hahahaha) Ain't that a bitch!? (ha... what the fuck?!)

[Royce Speaking] Yeah yeah, no offence to my true niggas, y'all know who we all are, this is personal. Mother fuckers. You hear me? I know I didn't get back to you. You dissed me a while ago. I caught it, I couldn't understand what your fat ass was saying. It's all good, I'm home. It's time for us to talk to each other... nigga.

[Royce Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
Somewhere in a s-st-stutter and punch you diss
I was like "Huh? the fuck is this?
"Why the fuck this lame nigga to fuck with this?"
You just talking real wreckless, you the King
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the
Crawl before you walk, don't be caught without gat
Somebody should have taught you how to before you rap
I know about how you get walked through your verse
Niggas trying to teach you how to talkall through verse
The streets and the still knockin' your verse
On verse niggas just look at their watch and reverse
I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and kids
I see the vision (shit on you)
You do front, me you
You told the truth once "I'm a compulsive liar"
Insecure niggas, take to the line
All in my shit when I'm mine
Yo it's on, tell Vaun "stick to the rhyme"
You better run and get Swift when I get to the
It should be Wall Street, y'all and V
But nope, you want to rhyme like Z
You was a clown in school, the nigga on stage in a costume
Now the is clowning you
Sherriff of the rap, the big fat bear
That got a jump in the to rap
Nigga, gimme this mic, you ain't doing it
You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself
This is over the weak, long career over deceased
And me you wrong over your beat
You speak when you see me, but you the flow
clown, smile nigga, honk your nose
You looking at it like I'm making a big deal
But that's what I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and they brow raised
And the little people split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, up
I am six bigger, and my book's kept up
Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me
Y'all a group with one star, Destiny's Child
that, no nigga, how can I relate
to a group with four dudes, easily replaced
I erase niggas when talk backwards
I call Paul and have him you off on his taxes
I'm a artist, you just one of the crew
Fans coming up to like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell that's your name
You'll tell a joke whenever too, that's your
Who if you've been on tour, you don't come off (shit)
Nigga all you do is run on and run off
One loose cannon? that's
'Cause the only cannon in the
Was planted, wherever Proof's
I to Em and Proof, I'm speaking with love
They're my niggas, y'all is sissy niggas a grudge
I give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with
I on you... (fat mother fucker)