Luyện nghe bài hát The Conceited Bastard

Uh, what supafriendz, uh, uh

Straight up and down, ain't no me, see
Cause I got shit that'll put y'all motherfuckers
in freestyle therapy, b
I make rappers fall like when school starts, cheap tissue
you're next to my shit you're getting ripped apart
Dissing wack niggas without
No what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar, we get the pay-oh
I make you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got plans to you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, nigga these is crisp
When a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like
mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with bitch in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the then I got the scratch
Mc's wanna get gassed, I feed ass a lit match
All jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm
But that's aiight, e, conceited times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to be in lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you getting
Plus you getting blown out the fucking
Who the nigga got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)

Who the mc grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(you are you bastard)
Who be beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(you are you bastard)
Who's the one who put mc's right in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

Ayo, these little in the rap game, they straight lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say name
If a say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his ad-libs
Taking me out? hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like
I get it open, tying into name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one
I give a fuck about fame, press your and quit
you realize I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
He don't know his name, can't a straight line
Pissy drunk, like onyx
Forgot his social security number, damn drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with clothes
On backwards at a well-known lesbian
of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
Talking about you representing, putting town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call "super? "
Your flows get you free lunch, get dough and cash
You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her ass
I do all y'all haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before this shit even start, see me

Outro: 2x

Who the mc that grab the mic and start rappers' asses?
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning beats down you with straight ashes?
(you are you bastard)
Who's the one who put wack mc's in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

"well true" "you are" (repeat 16x)