We still Run This - DISS!!!...
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:46 am
Aiyyooo.. Some of ya'll just got caught in the cross fire.. but we gotta handle this
........
Get um'..
you've been a top dawg, but ya rappin's never been wow..
nostradamus with "inside the box", cause it's happenin' now
ducked my call out way back, now imma rattle the bandage
nothin's gonna "change" bout ya streak, till you 'battle dynamic' (get it?)
so seriously.. imma jus' smash him n' be honest
Kurse aint gonna eat me.. im not a fast food wrapper with cheese on it
please stop it.. eat better.. or your dead in the mornin'
closest he gets ta fruit.. is puttin' his text up in 'orange'
have you seen this size of this dude?.. his from is disgraceful
if he go on stage to do a show..this nigga gonna perform in the basement (murder)
imma wreck his fables, AME gonna squeal when i put the tech ta navels
K close to something special?.. please.. only at the breakfast table (Wow)
Get um'..
imma god with the battlin' son just a mortal with text
flip ya name ta see the future, cause i can 4C your death
i grab the smoke in a whirl, bang, till ya throat in a curl
look imma just "write, 4/for a Bitch!", like love notes to ya girl
a knockout big hitters, imma be smashin' ya average free's
you all about hazard nut's like a pistachio allergy
i'd say you should put in work but who the fuck' would employ dude?
why this fag' got the belt, i coul name 10 dude's who's destroy you..
i never trust anyone, so i keep my arm on the tool
but its plain this dick shouldn't have got the belt, like little kids who's wrongly accused
people talk alotta murder shit.. but magic'll really kill ya
cause no one REALLY feelin' see.. only the odd skinny dipper
you think you wheelin' big?.. but i'll roast ya one
run you over till you dead by kawasaki' like john travoltas son
you always drop a clueless piece.. tha tool'll feast on this foolish geek
look imma keep it simple n' say Cee'sa bitch.. like i dont like that dude from greece!
Get um'...
shootin' ya dead words im "pumpin ya will", till somethin'll spill
im an extroadinary artist.. fucker, you just run of the 'mill'
so you can't rip up, but ya organs jus' might
bitch you generate more discussion when you OFFA the site
i'd kill you for ANY price.. now that bargain is right
nothin' left when its over, nigga.. so that coffin is light
i come around and you solo, cause no-ones down for this homo
only 2 M's can handle beef, ME.. and the other's got a clown for a logo
so i'll say it 'plain' like a jumbo, you the worst bitch i know
and on the mic you look as professional as a kurse video.. (2 fa')
Get um'...
i'll be killin' his joy, strike cords till im rippin' his voice
only chinese dude bringin' heat, is ya cousin', tha 'lil wings' delivery boy
i compose prose fa pro's, i murder ekoms, while rippin' text
til he light n' in the ground, so if AME a family.. he the white picket fence..
im never slow to react.. if somethin's dope you aint wrote that
even try and comeback.. then you ya name.. you'll get smoke'd, back
like tags on clothes, you'll get ripped away, give you my script today
how you gonna talk bout ya killin' ways, shit.. whens the last solo piece you dropped that gotta bitta praise???..
tryna look gangsta, but really you couldn't handle one
this Faggit' wearin' a bandana?... never mind myagi.. thats even an insult to daniel-son..
What?..
Get Um - Hazard... you know what it is..
Out..
........
Get um'..
you've been a top dawg, but ya rappin's never been wow..
nostradamus with "inside the box", cause it's happenin' now
ducked my call out way back, now imma rattle the bandage
nothin's gonna "change" bout ya streak, till you 'battle dynamic' (get it?)
so seriously.. imma jus' smash him n' be honest
Kurse aint gonna eat me.. im not a fast food wrapper with cheese on it
please stop it.. eat better.. or your dead in the mornin'
closest he gets ta fruit.. is puttin' his text up in 'orange'
have you seen this size of this dude?.. his from is disgraceful
if he go on stage to do a show..this nigga gonna perform in the basement (murder)
imma wreck his fables, AME gonna squeal when i put the tech ta navels
K close to something special?.. please.. only at the breakfast table (Wow)
Get um'..
imma god with the battlin' son just a mortal with text
flip ya name ta see the future, cause i can 4C your death
i grab the smoke in a whirl, bang, till ya throat in a curl
look imma just "write, 4/for a Bitch!", like love notes to ya girl
a knockout big hitters, imma be smashin' ya average free's
you all about hazard nut's like a pistachio allergy
i'd say you should put in work but who the fuck' would employ dude?
why this fag' got the belt, i coul name 10 dude's who's destroy you..
i never trust anyone, so i keep my arm on the tool
but its plain this dick shouldn't have got the belt, like little kids who's wrongly accused
people talk alotta murder shit.. but magic'll really kill ya
cause no one REALLY feelin' see.. only the odd skinny dipper
you think you wheelin' big?.. but i'll roast ya one
run you over till you dead by kawasaki' like john travoltas son
you always drop a clueless piece.. tha tool'll feast on this foolish geek
look imma keep it simple n' say Cee'sa bitch.. like i dont like that dude from greece!
Get um'...
shootin' ya dead words im "pumpin ya will", till somethin'll spill
im an extroadinary artist.. fucker, you just run of the 'mill'
so you can't rip up, but ya organs jus' might
bitch you generate more discussion when you OFFA the site
i'd kill you for ANY price.. now that bargain is right
nothin' left when its over, nigga.. so that coffin is light
i come around and you solo, cause no-ones down for this homo
only 2 M's can handle beef, ME.. and the other's got a clown for a logo
so i'll say it 'plain' like a jumbo, you the worst bitch i know
and on the mic you look as professional as a kurse video.. (2 fa')
Get um'...
i'll be killin' his joy, strike cords till im rippin' his voice
only chinese dude bringin' heat, is ya cousin', tha 'lil wings' delivery boy
i compose prose fa pro's, i murder ekoms, while rippin' text
til he light n' in the ground, so if AME a family.. he the white picket fence..
im never slow to react.. if somethin's dope you aint wrote that
even try and comeback.. then you ya name.. you'll get smoke'd, back
like tags on clothes, you'll get ripped away, give you my script today
how you gonna talk bout ya killin' ways, shit.. whens the last solo piece you dropped that gotta bitta praise???..
tryna look gangsta, but really you couldn't handle one
this Faggit' wearin' a bandana?... never mind myagi.. thats even an insult to daniel-son..
What?..
Get Um - Hazard... you know what it is..
Out..