You say my spits the same?
Just looks at yours, how lame
You should go bow your head in shame
Best watch out before I take aim
I might not shoot because you're a dame
You have such a petite frame
In the end I'll have all the fame
I'll win the game
You just can't contain
I'll soak you in butane
Then I'll light a match
And light fire to your girls snatch
You come after my fam
My gat will go bam
You say I suck dick
Wow what a prick
I'll slam your head in with a brick
Real quick
Then my trigger will go click
And your heart wont tick
This is the trick
Because I'm just that slick
Come on Chronic
Time to get a new nick
You want a war?
You want me to use the door?
I wont leave till your body hits the floor
And you will be sore
Come on keep up, whats the score?
What you want more?
However you I do adore
You'll make such a nice whore
You think you're hardcore
I'll blow your ass up with c4
Then you wont be living anymore
Better write up your memoir
I can keep going all day
Damn you're so gay
You're such a little fae
You I will slay
I will not sway
Have you screaming like a blue jay
You better make way
You better obey
You should just back away
I'll leave you in disarray
Rearrange your DNA
Dont be led astray
I'm the best in the milky way
You might as well run away
You need an action replay?
You should just go do ballet
You'd look good in a skirt
Because you're nothing but dirt
I'll make your girl squirt
While you sit there butt hurt
Best stay alert
Dont be so inert
I just can't stop
My hatchet will go chop
You will drop
And go flip flop
My flow is non stop
I'll take my ax and go slash
End your life in a flash
You can try and dash
But I will thrash
Make your blood go splash
Your body will thrash
I'll smash
Throw your body in the trash
Then smoke a bowl of hash
Where are you getting this shit? google?
away, dissaray, dna?
What do you think you are, Dre?
Real rap fans would know thats a diss
Talking bout me being a whore, look at your miss
I'm the godfather of rap, so shutup and clap
The way you rap about your gun over and over
i know your fake and insecure
But me? Oh so pure
I'm a king, your just immature
Tell me more about you gun, i've never seen one
Because i'm a good little boy, don't even know how to load
That's incase my lawyer looks at this, need to talk in code
So i dont get locked up and fucking explode
see i've been around guns
But the way you talk about it, overdone
It kills me to read 19 rhymes in a row
And then you try to say you can come and drop flow
But see rap is all about the message not the rhymes
I can say shit however i feel as long as it has meaning
thats the difference between me and you
you rhyme, i inspire
i spit mothafuckin fire
so stand back before you get burnt
Listening to you got my stomach turned
It's like you don't even know what your saying
When i get on evilzone im praying,
that you don't reply
Not because of fear, but all im gonna see is
deer,year,beer,sincere,ear
So stop trying so hard i know you wanna phaze me
Or throw me out to sea like you stated
Your gonna make yourself most hated
You say you like immortal technique but from you spits
You listen to Pop's Best hits
Your a goon, im a shot caller
Since the age of 10, a brawler
A juggalo, eh?
Go paint your face,
And cry about how everyone hates you
and dont understand, rape is okay, but racism a big no-no
Whoa, That sounds fun
Grab your necklace with the little hatchet
Go to a little backyard meeting with the rest of the freaks
With the overweight physiques,Talk about old homies,
And your favorite makeup products to paint your face
To rap you guys are a fucking disgrace,
Mom shoulda had an abortion in the first place
Pardon me, im suffering from an illness called being real
And i dont give a fuck if it dont appeal
i'm not mainstream, and im not a clown or brown
Just shut your mouth before you get knocked down.
