I can send you so many lines,
until you get so hurt in you’re nerv spine,
it’s a alert to you’re defeat when you’re crying,
you don’t like my Good, you must be lying,
you’re trying to find a time to reply,
I write this battle off the head,
in this rap game you must be dead,
never heard of you, listen to me instead,
and you only write, don’t record,
what the penguins... lots and lots of penguins you’re voice’s like,
you choke on the mic,
hit the coke when you write,
you’re a no-lifer,
emo, wasting you’re time commenting Good on other’s videos,
you’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,
reply fast, or I call you cheater, you probably turn up the speaker,
and steal rhymes from me,
2 can play this game.
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You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack Bottom verse
That poo was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life
cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A gay I'm racist and I should feel bad tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a I'm racist and I should feel bad's Bottom like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, Bleep it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
Bleep that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Naughty Lady In Yoo+
and I'ma make the world see it too, Naughty Person.
I'm done for now, too much ownage,
let me hand it over to my homeboy Kameron.
