im srry dawg but it's diss dah bitch above u,so right now u in trouble
mah mentality is fuk a bitch n chuck it,his mentality iz Feed dah bitch n luv it
how dah fuk u fall 4 all dat act,u supportin dah bitch while she in mah lap
but listen u fukin stupid,u just a kid,n just a pussy if u had a gun u wouldnt use it
tracks i leave it scorchin,like i was a fukin kettle right now im boilin
u just spoil man,use 2 gettin wat u want cuz u ur pops supportin

I can tell u try to rap like a wannabe puppet,
U try to diss me dawg and i jus luv it!
I feed off the shit u say like a fuckin cuvit,
If im so dumb how cum im better take it and shove it,
like a pop shuv it, i'll take ur head threw the door,
its funny we was teamin up and now u act like my whore!
Next thang u no i beat ur ass, and u cum bak runnin to my door,
Ur lyrics go together so quick its pointless,
i dont even think no one understands ur shit!
none the less i give u ur props u alwayz cum bak wit sumthin,
but if i was u i would stop turnin sumthin into nuthin!
U start wit a good diss and u take it to no where,
i get all excited and then i start wonderin why im even here,
so get some new shit and even a new flow,
then let me no when ur ready to get smacked like my hoe!

Man i aint even tryin yo. stop trying ur best take it ezzzzz

Wen he writin it's like he writin a story,i read dah 1st line n his shyt already bore mi
he's like here's a story,it'a about a nigga name sin im a tell u y he betta than mi surely
but take it ezz fellow,my ryhmes colour cordinate like Carmelo
diss fellow yellow,but im a holla hello hello,dat was mah fukin echo
cuz im callin him out, n obviously he aint gone show
he like a fukin plant dat aint gettin water or sun he won't grow
fukin fake ass punk ass pussy all u spit iz 4 show,ohoh u want sum mo
listen i tried not 2 buss on u expose ur weak lines, he has 2 write 500 lines 2 git across iz rhyme,like im readin it n i couldnt finish i aint got dat kinda time,im a hustler mutha fuka i need 2 grind,i aint kno wat dah fuk goin through ur mine, look he goin run outta shyt lets call him slime,betta u act out wat u say like u was a mime,he dont buss gunz if he did he would of been on prime time,news people callin iz name sayin fuk clova did anotha crime,im tired of ur lyin, man cut dat shyt out n stop tryin

Alright cuz after this im done wit u,
im tired of hearin the same shit over and over dude!
Ur rhymes jus need to get up and go,
ur prolly better wit a dude in ur room wit sum flow,
u fag, im tired of weak ass shit,
u still wanna cum at me after i said i like how u spit,
okay well then im done wit that,
playin mr. nice guy,
u say i will run out of shit i still got stuff that will make u cry,
it will make u wanna roll over in ur grave and die,
cross ur t's and dot ur i's cuz its time to say goodbye,
iv'e gotten messages sayin im beatin ur ass,
so u wanna keep cumin like knuckles that are brass,
haha nigga u make me laugh,
ur shit so fake i'll give it a one and a half!,
see im not even goin hard, so its time to take charge,
rappin circles around u like a mutha fuckin retard,
mane if u diss me bak no wat ur sayin,
cuz ur shit aint makin sense its jus tryin to be sprayin,
u talk bought my gunz and u think they fake,
well that fine until my oozy makes u half baked,
then u will cum on here talkin shit ,
like clova is the man and i love the way he spits,
boo hoo hooo u fuckin cry baby,
ur style is doo doo like country from the 80's,
well jus lettin u no im done witcha dont diss me bak,
or u wont no wat hitcha!

im tired of u muhfuka git off mah dik,dah gunz im packin leave ur head split
i wouldnt imagine diss,how dah fuk u givin mi props den u wanna battle dah prince
im a freshprince like will smith,he a fukin hoe like dat lil kim bitch
how iz u hood rich,niggaz dont kno u in dah hood from cali 2 bushwik
clova clova clova,always hav 2 b lookin ova his shoulder
u could of been better if u were a fews years older,u cant escape diss im a send u 2 jehova,onli workin 4 salvation army he a soldier,listen clova
im bringin in mad cash,he a fukin dope head he luv mah ash
but i put pussies like u 2 yah grave,mi n u wi aint on dah same page
u were actually brave,pussy ass punk u need 2 behave
like mah stage u aint reach there cage,if i aint got a gun i'll use dah blade
y u still writing but not ryhmin, tellin so much lies god gone strike him
it's exciting,2 hear dat u rhymin,u read these shyt n u can si lyrically dying

Who u steppin to? You gettin treated like a vegetable
we done ate u so much in here, theres nothin left of u
We killed, crushed, raped, ate u.. theres nothin left to do
so do u wanna continue..? that decision's left to you
You next to who? Lyrically, you cant even touch air
battle me? i'm 'hard to get thru' like combs in tough hair
And you ugly. ya face look like you been cut there
claim u a man, but between ya legs, u dont have nuts there
Just stare. Be amazed at the lines that I scorch
I could only use 1/4 of my skill n still be better than u by 4/4
Of course, I don't like to brag on myself in raps
so dont call this braggin, i'm just tellin u the facts..
I would hit you harder, but you might crack
so i'll spare your life so you can post back..

Yah OKAY real original rhymes,
dont u EVER spit the truth, in the booth, about ur crimes,
u try to flip shit on me dont u see,
u dont got the right to, u arent nobody,
i'll do to u like i've done to any one in here,
beat them to a pulp and kick them around like a can of beer,
the crowd jus loves me they cum to them quick,
they yell for me loud like ur mutha fuckin chik,
i can murda u wit anything knife and gunz,
so when i cum on the block u better fuckin run,
i told evryone here i dont run out of shit,
ur wack ass rhymes, makes me think u dont no how to spit,
ur lifes on the line, like ready to die,
fly far far away and say the fuck goodbye,
i dont meen to be mean and mad about this shit,
i give it to u dawg sum of ur rhymes make u no how to spit,
but when it cums down to it, u need to sit bak,
and watch me battle all u niggas that are tryin to run on my track,
cuz my track is called the top its tight when ur there dont fuck wit me nigga! u best be aware,
but hey i really dont fuckin care, jus like when im wit ur bitch pullin all on hair!

I got two fo fo's in dah trunk 4 u dummmy,dahshells im holdin will pump up ur tummy
im hard,bad,tough n rough u soft n coudly,make nigaz put on a few pounds hallowtips make em chubby,diss niggga loney toon spit more jokes than bugs bunny.........
if u neva knew Diss is Sin-scere i rap alot,u watch n u just talk alot
talkin 2 much will leave ur ass shot,walkin n talkin n find out ur ass got bopped
dont look at mi i dont say wat,look at dah mirror u si dah beam on ur top
i find it crazy wen niggaz say deh superman,ur chest made outta iron i'll pop at tincan
man dont determine god determine mah life span,but still i got mah righthand man
right or left i dont give a damn,i call mah right-hand Sam n man left-hand Stan
wen mi n Sam come out deh say lets get dah fuk outta here
wen mi n stan on dah block deh like lets go ova there
go ova where deh scarred cuz mi n mah right-hand man ova here
pump fear 2 niggaz heart, u can si lyrically i rip him apart,like y u make mi start
i look 4 u wen it's dark,onli light u gone si iz wen dah K spark
pussy i'll devour u,lay shot 2 ur top leave u topless wit dah pistol
i neva heard of u, until summ posts again who dah fuk iz u
how dare u wanna step in dah ring wit mi,look under mah profile it reads M.V.P
u can beat mi,lyrically i leave niggaz stung like a bumble bee
yah but wat u repin B or C,u right u repin nun of em Cuz u couldnt B a C if gangmembe ships were free.............................................. .........................................


hahah nigga i had 2 git at u. U were startin 2 wild out no beef tho same crew Respect dah shyt n move on.


300 J.G ..............

Alright yah haha no beef sin-cere u a memebr of the Fam jus say we we gotta say and laugh at that shit my nigga,


yo,
Its so easy to me when it cums to this rap stuff,
Its like walkin down ur street sayin knuck if u buck,
cuz when i battle u i really dont give a fuck,
its more like walkin threw the park punched a bitch and drunk
wit a dead body in my trunk,
ur raps so wack it smells like a skunk,
like a dog shit in ur mouth and u started sayin this stuff, (ewwwwwwww)
have u ever really seen me bein fake,
well then dont accuse me of it, cuz ur shit is half baked,
its so easy to diss u, like using a rake,
i love doin this shit its as easy as cake,
u can say i suck, and i dont really care,
this is jus wat a love to do, so u best beware,
cuz no matter how tired i get,
i never run out of nuthin so jus sit bak and read it!

come on dog u gotta be crazy ur flows are a preschool to high school graduate/
ur aimin eyes closes hopin yo u can start beef and be accurate/
u un-talented i spit flames that'll make ur heart melt/
look ppls he think he killin it! when really u kill't urself/
times ova for clova this boys a lyrical solja
a lil flip of the wrist will determine your games ova/ ( lil flips song game ova)
i aint even tryin aint no denien i am better than u/
my last 2 barz was trash cuzz i spittin like yall do/
aww shoot ive dun dun it again/
can't beef u can tell cause he replied back borrowin his flow from his friend/


..just havin fun no beef

alright dawg no beef


Okay i'll give it to u wit that lil flip shit,
Ur lyrically dangerous, but u talk bought bullshit,
how are u gunna say my rhymes is pre-school,
when i've been takin evryone in cypher to skool,
its not a chore for me to rap, cuz it aint hard,
i'll lyrical go over u, like i do in my car,
u say the gamez ova for clova, well it jus begun,
its time to step to me nigga,
u better run, im jus doin this for fun,
like big pun, that junk is fuckedd up like my rhymes weighing a ton,
i can rap all day in the 100 degreee sun,
u see sum of my stuff dont even rhyme,
but dont u think its funny how im still one of a kind,
how i put shit together like dark fuckin weather,
i'll cum at u like run actuallly a tornado the better,
this shit is flowin like i do, when i make ur gurl wetter!

haha good shit mane!

bitch clova in wit luv his beautiful gurl/while im fukin her good wit mah wood make her toes curl/
shot hit nigga make u like ballerina dancer u do a spin n a twirl/i'll hav shots buss at ur video shoot u runnin like spider joke recordin it's a "bluetiful world"/(Spider loc's song Bluetifulworld video shoot gettin shot up)
u fukin inconsistent nigga/u hate verbs cuz it's mostly actions words n u aint a action nigga/
he will neva, did i mention neva eva pull dat trigga/jay-z kool but i'll leave u wit a fat lip like jigga/


haha it's funny lol no beef still lol
yo but wi should battle summ time yo if u wanna holla at mi ight

300...J.G....... Bitches

Haha homie u cool dats why i laugh at ur rhymes,
i do love verbs homie im one of a kind wit dimes,
i'll flip it at u, fast and hard,
theres a verb (flip) u fuckin retard, (lol)
dis is gettin funny for me so im tired of doin it,
go set us up a battle and ill be pursuin it,
jus go holla in the front lines, one at a time,
and ill accept and we can drop are dimes,

Yah dawg lets battle go set it up sin-cere lol this shit is gettin funny homie haha!

The bitch is clova
 

Look at this motherfucker chose his name as clova,
look left of your text, who are you? em, pac or hova?
ima shut this guy up cause he's none of the above,
you know he rhymes like a fairy and stings like a dove.
OH I get it now you want to rep from all over the states,
LA, Detroit, AND New York? you're a representation mistake.
Cause you know you only live in ONE town homey,
you couldn't buy cribs in all three, clova you don't have the money.
the bitch is clova,
the bitch is clova,
na its just time we annoyed and revealed him,
the bitch is clova,
the bitch is clova,
he from the strongest click, but its only cowards that feel him.

look at dis man name its jwild, dis anint da jungle bitch we nigga's dont swing on vines, we swing wit heavy hitters ,watch where u flyin or ur wings will get cut but not with them safty scissors. im da type to get gully and go slaughter a snitch, cause im feelin dis nigga should keep his eyez on his bitch, for i come steal her and we kick it in ma wipe.i aint goin to spit no more cause wen i knock u out there aint no flippin u bak on bitch dis aint thriller man aint no risin bak cuse wen i put mah gun in yo mouth and let u eat shslls im a ask u "nigga can u swallow dat" BITCH

y is dis man rappin bout weed. i light u up first then ma rhyms they put u out.you see man i dont need a lighter to light ma weed i use wat i hav available da shit i speak. cause wen im rappin,i dont hav time to wait, i aint dat patient ma lyrics is so sound u need an earin aid to hear it. let me get bak to the topic u's a week rapper, u rhyms so shit no even da rats will eat it up, wait let me cut u up u talkin bout gettin high off markers, well da markers i hav will get u high for real cause they be attached to some heavy steal

HAHA nigga
okay yo,
U think u love hip-hop thats a no no,
i cant understand ur shit ur a hobo,
this isnt nice but im gunna do it anyway,
when i get threw wit u, u wont have shit to say,
they call me up talkin bought this nigga chozen is talkin shit,
i dont know why tho, the nigga aint a lyrical threat or can spit,
i go hard in tha paint, wit the ball or ur gurl,
fuck that bitches brains out and give her a swirl,
now im not goin hard, jus showin u wat u should be doin,
tryin to make ur rhymes make sense and be pursuin,
dont cum in here and stir up all my battles,
cuz then u'll be next and you'll get rattled,
im not goin even half my strenth this is light,
keep cum at me and i'll show u a strenth of a knight!

this is all love fam no real beef.... REPP'IN THAT 300 J.G MOTHER FUCKAH....

im about to drop some shit off the top fuck a written
cuz i notice everything i wrote wasnt really hitting
but when it comes to the beef and the good ritten
my 300 J.G nigga's... leave ya sowd up like a mitten
im a big dog... fuck ya little kittens
i got grams of weed... you just acrobat flip'ing
u a gat talker teasein... we big mac gripp'in
then straight up squeez'in... an leave ya whole back miss'in
so i hope ya know ya fact before ya start diss'ing
cuz we'll leave ya choken on ya blood... fuck what ya spitting
its ran bitch..the bullie out starting up some damn shit
when the pressure on u'll see how many of ya niggas vanish
how can i make this more simple for you to understand this
even if you knew ya whole block.. when the beef is on,
u'll start to feel like the only one left in this planet
but im here all day ready to fight man, u a might man
cuz the only thing you pop'in is a sprit can... MOTHER FUCKAH....
you just loud talking... like u hype
guess you never had doctors saving ya life
so if you that thorrow beef'ing without fear
my niggas i'll tatto 300 J.G on ya face to let'em know we out here.... BITCH

CHEA!!! 300 J.GUNNER WE RUNN'IN THIS RAP SHIT....

Yah no beef my nigg

I'll tatoo 300 J.G. on myself cuz im reppin,
when it cums to fightin fuck it i'll jus use a weapon,
i fight to win u fight to lose cumin up like a stalker when im settin,
this rap aint shit,
i lyrically spit on punched drunk dummies who really loves a dick,
ur stuff was aight yah that decent flow, i even like ur the part where u dont write to get doe haha nigga,
this is tha cast, Clova bitch will put a bullet in ur ass,
i blast bak faster then outkast ( outkast song blast bak)
i'll leave u in the street dead, and run over ur head real fast,
this is the new task for us to fuck u up,
this is ride or die shit so jus shut the fuck up,
i do this for a liven i dont care wat u say,
my dream is to get one of my hits wit dr. dre,
top producer and dont forget it,
this is more like a freestyle so go and spend it,
this shit is dun hell yah i said ova,
Now evryone better remember the name CLOVA!

No bitch we said no beef cuz thats my dawg,
get ur pussy lyrics right for i start to go raw,
ur so upsest wit talkin bought ransums dick,
maybe ur in love wit it so go suck on it,
ur like his dick is in my ass,
ur biggest fantasy aint it u fuckin wack ass,
u cant rap u jus go and say wat u wanna think,
jus becuz ur fruity dont meen u gotta drag me to brink,
cuz me and him we cool we aint a fuckin homo faggot,
so go ahead and jab it,
i bet when u fire bak it will be more like hi im a fag,
and i love guys,
i love it when im between my boyfriends thighs,
he makes me cry when he sticks it in,
maybe thats why i no longer have friends cuz i love dick,
it dont make me sick,
so u get on RV to make u look hard and shit,
but the only thing hard about u is ur boyfriends nut that u spit,
soo now i no wat u is gunna say so dont cum bak,
i dont like rappin against faggots that are homo jaks! (LOL)
Bitch!

* chicka-chicka record spins back *



^^ LMFAO..I think you pretty much summed up your preference.


You sure like saying bitch, from someone thinking theirs raps tight
I guess you'd have to be one to get an idea how that's like!
you got ransum pumping so much fuel into your gas pipe
you could run your motormouth on end longer than fast bikes!
I know you love guys, I expected you were flaming a switch
for christsakes, look out your name "Clovas" the NAME OF A BITCH!
waving your hips, lmfao..really hopes this comes to you as a lesson
a straight guy...would never play a gay guy to DO AN IMPRESSION

ooo shit lol that is pretty good lol lmfao


alright i'll hand it to ya dont
its fucked up cuz it aint true,
but its okay i'll give u ur props,
im not bubblein down,
i jus gotta hop,
so i'lll get on here tomorrow and hit u bak sumtime lol,
and then i can listen to u kick sum more dumb rhymes.


Alright i g2g okay okay i'll give u that my nigg it was good shit????
lol wat crew u in ???

so did i amke it in get bak to me

my SHIT IS FLAGRANT. how can i get this TRICK TO FACE IT
look, if u gotta keep askin... chances are, u DIDN'T MAKE IT!
u'll DIE OUT IN A FEW, all it takes is 1 LINE OUT N YA THRU
ya name's 'CHOZEN'.. but u never are when u TRY OUT FOR A CREW!
this DUDE'LL GET WRECKED, hope u aint tryna PURSUE FOR RESPECT
cuz u'll never get none beggin to get in da wackest CREW ON DA NET

the machine
 

Your shit is flagrant?
more like fragrant,
cause you smell like a bitch!
Just stay humble brother cause you'll never get rich,
and how you gonna make someone "thru" in only one line?
cause you'd only have time for a lonely internal rhyme,
bitch open your mind it takes more than one for a real punchline.
and "pursue for respect?" UMmm what does that mean?
sounds like your rhymes went through a web translation machine.

To sunny bars-
Sonny u must be a bitch cause u fukin ma shit/
wit ur weak ass line let me done dis nigga quick/
listen man wat i speak is real dont worry bout it/
im from Kingston,Jamaica where them shelllz will hit/
man i dont pursue respect, respect pursue me/
im need in da hood kinda lik a mvp/
to finish u quick i dont need much, but all i need from u is to get fuck off ma dick/
Bitch

Yo alright the king of cypher is bak,
this go to my nigga chozen jus cuz u my dawg no beef my nigg


Yo ,
u spit ur shit, the wack as rhymes are blazin down on it,
u cum up wit a few good bars that hit,
but its time to no wats up when it cums to a crip,
u rep it all day, i'll hit u wit bladez,
not the bladez of glory (movie), but i'll put u in a haze,
i'll rock my j's, all over ur face,
the hallow tips cum out and u get sprayed wit gay,
the shells start flyin evry wich way,
sumtimes i can tell u dont got shit to say,
this is it jus a lil taste,
dont fuck wit me or it will be a waste,
cuz i'll cum bak on u,
and if u run i will chase,
a bullet will go straight in ur bak,
dont get jacked homie ur style is wack,
we can go all day, dont u no me,
this is diss the person above u but u still my homie,
well im done cum bak wit ur best crime,
better yet go set up a battle in the front lines/


Hey my nigg go set us up a battle in the front line!

you lame niggaz bore me...
either you gay or ugly, cuz you couldn't get lucky if you had 4 leaves
it's like masturbation how you feelin yourself
but anyone one else feelin you? better chance of you learning to spell
before you talk shit you need to gain weight
young man you suck more than vacuum or a good date
i'm psychic how i can read one of your lines and know the next is shit
you still an infant in the game, learn to walk before you step to this...

You got no hope, can't cope with what I got, Choke...
You choke, we joke, you cry, I provoke...
Get smoked like weed, I'll teach you a lesson...
Even if you bit my bars, I'd still keep you guessin...
Your weak ass punches show your weak ass mind...
No sense of structure, your bars seem blind...
Punch in the dark all you want, all you'll get is air...
When the mic hits your lips, yeh, you'll get air...
My verses like swish, and you bars are all breeze...
So if you ever step, boy, try not to freeze...

Your posts are all short yeah I did my research,
You must be tryin to be Too Short but you sound like a teacher,
So go keep reading your Dr. Zeus rhyme,
Do you always post freely one bar at a time?
You always fall short cause you don’t have the mind,
You never get personal; your disses sound kind.
Try and front me and you’ll get called out,
You’re flow’s like your driving, you’re all stalled out.
but really you’re in the trunk of MY car about to fall out.

I'll give it to u homie sum of ur punches hit hard,
but wats that shit u said about ur trunk of the car,
u gotta explain the story a bit better,
then ur songs may one day get u chetter,
how did that dude get in the trunk of ur car,
did u kill him, or did he jus cum from a far,
ur lines were'nt much longer then his,
evry 2 sentences u rhymed bought diff shit,
ur rhymes remind me of wat i had when i was ten,
im better now so u aint gunna win,
ur my homeboy, on here that will never change,
but try not to get in the range of my 12 gauge,
i'll cum wit rage, flip u 2 the next page,
goin against me is like goin against the sage,
i do my thang, no matter wat u say,
im the king of cypher, i put evryone to shame!

No beef homie jus fun!

This why RV knows you're no threat. ^Thats bullshit truly
u brag on bein the King of a Cypher thats full of newbies
I don't see how you the King from them verses you spittin
cuz you droppin even whacker than the person you dissin
I'll truck 'em easy. Leave you spinnin like a fuckin' cd
ya name 'Clova', yet u still don't have enough luck to beat me!
You're trash and a joke, I know you ain't graspin' no quotes
cause you still going to your signature and askin' for votes
Smashin' ya post, bashin' ya throat. I pass queers, pound 'em
the closest you came to 'King' was T.I.'s last year album

shut dah fuk up n go bac to bed,u broke mutha fuka go bac go beg
n didnt read aline dat u said,i seen u tyrin 2 diss mah nigg so im a rip u 2 shreads
im a slow down be4 i destroy ur identity,u couldnt be betta than mi
.....cuz u not mi so who eva else iz considered mah enemy.....
im wat deh call a lyrical assasin, find him n his rhymes n clap him
fuk pimp slappin i'll bac hand him,im wat deh call dah phantom
ill leave tracks cursed,so every time u posts summ it seems worst than dah first
.........fuk it come original next time n not summ u rehearsed.......

300 J.G..

Sonny barzz

fuk i thought u packed up ur shyt n left
u just went n did sum u goin regret,it sounds like u disrespected mah set
but just wait wi gone leave u wet,but not just yet
chill wit ur gay barz,he like men hitin his ball wit stiks like dah 8th ball
but listen grandpa,im a finish u up once n 4 all
yah did u git im a finish u once 4 all,haha i bet he didnt get not 1 bar
i asked who dah worst n erbody chanted Sunny Barz

Oh, u in a crew now!! But why did that crew accept to pick you?
u the wackest textcee in the wackest crew... I guess it fits you
You takin' this Internet thing too serious. I aint gotta lie on 'em
you knew that dude only 2 days, n' already willing to die for 'em
But you know what they say: when a crew ain't avoidin' ya text
and actually pick you.... you gonna be loyal to death!
This nerd'll get owned. I don't need a crew, I'll hurt you alone
u wudn't be the 'best around' while standin in a circle wit clones
Fuck this.

If I didn't post back to you until your textin' was right
then I wudn't have to post back for the rest of my life...

i aint gonna reck u,but on dah same note i dont respect u
it inevitable 2 beat mi fool,like a hoe it's ez 2 beat dis dude
but u fagot i was talkin lyricaly,u cant hang wit mi,destroy u muthafukin fatality
im not sure r u just spittin wat u heard or wat u've dun
u ask around no niga would vouch 4 him nun,im countin bread n u countin crum
...................let's call him a fukin trach star cuz he likes 2 run..............
gun butt dah fuka wit dah bac of dah gun,leave his head swollen like plums
u on ur own dik u 2 sprung,im so grinmy i'll kill u wit dah gun u brung


haahaha no beef nig.u dont want dat ezz

this is too easy lol.

Quit talkin' like you really got the K sparkin'
cause the only crime you did was J-Walkin'
It's crazy how I defeat you with no effort
where's your battles? You have no record!
Who have you beat? You just look stupid
only thing you beatin' is your crew dick
I'll eat ya crew, n' use u as a tooth pick
shots tighten u up cuz of ya loose lips
Tone ya voice down to a smooth pitch
or you'll get found in da ocean like new fish
U wanna come at me wrong? Ha, you bitch
I would tell you 'man up', but you too bitch
Stop talkin' bout guns, u spittin those thangs?
only time u play wit guns is on a video game
silly tho, lame. thinkin' u can spit wit Quotez
with that newbie ass shit you wrote.

diss battle like Freedy vs jason,it's just plain time wastin
ill be jason i would just fukin chop u up,n u onli in ur dreams u could fuk mi up
but listen up......
u'll find beams on u from top 2 bottom
if he was a problem i solve him no problem
wen dah mack blamin,i leave him witout legs like how u standin
dis was like practise 4 mi cuz he's like a punchinbag
takin 1 bar at time im sure he madd,gettin hit from right to left he got 2 b madd

not a thing homie

lol.. i'ma dumb-down my style to make it a fair fight!

Look, I'm sick of rippin you apart.
i dont know how u even livin, cuz u aint got no heart
U never been real, u was fake from da start
da choppa'll treat u like 'Mr. Potato Head' n take you apart
Stop postin, I'm tired of respondin to ya type
spittin da same bars that a preschooler would write
I keep ruegars in sight, so if u slip up
da clip dump, n wen u down, u wont get up
and u never a rider. u a chump
i'll do u like speakers and put u in a trunk
yo career is just a publicity stunt
give up, u'll never be able to spit wit me chump