Uh, what? supafriendz, uh, uh
Straight up and down, ain't no me, see Cause I got some shit put y'all motherfuckers Back in therapy, b I rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue When you're next to my shit you're getting apart Dissing wack niggas without No matter what I say somebody take it personal, so fuck it man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh I make sure you lose a friend for and be looking for a way home Get dropped on your rap block without leaving a 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 bitches is supposed to be like this There's mad niggas wanna see mad skillz slip Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass your bitch in my whip Get a grip, whoever got the then I got the scratch Mc's get gassed, I feed their ass a lit match All jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty Better tongue kiss johnson before they tell me I'm nice But that's aiight, northside e, times three through your town on skis, subtracting mc's Word to battle be in lonnie's name me, all you getting that Plus you getting out the fucking frame Who the nigga got a big head when he on the mic, pa? Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)
Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' (you are you bastard) Who be beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (you are you bastard) Who's the one who put wack mc's right in their (you are you bastard) Man fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest? (you are you bastard)
Ayo, little niggas in the rap game, they straight lame Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your If a say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking Taking me stop 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 rhymes, one ring and one chain I give a fuck fame, press your luck and quit Mic-wise you I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with I'm nice as a bitch the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack He know his name, can't walk a straight line Pissy drunk, screaming onyx Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club your clothes On hollaring at a well-known lesbian Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack Talking about you representing, putting town on the map Still, your mother heard your tape and to shoot you And niggas around bitch wonder why we call ourselves "super? " Your flows get you free lunch, get dough and cash You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo on her fucking ass I do all playa haters, believe me You trying to end your career before shit even start, come see me
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Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' (you are you bastard) Who be burning beats down leaving you straight ashes? (you are you bastard) Who's the one who put wack mc's in their casket? (you are you bastard) Man fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest? (you are you bastard)
"well true" "you are" (repeat 16x)