First off, Fuck the words and the shit you spit/
Diss my verse, but you just shame the game, thats it/
You claim to be a rapper and you're rhymin's tight/
Your verses ain't shit so drop the mic lets fight/
You tryin ta playa hate me but weak hearts I tear/
I tear up ya lines and break ya spine, like a spear/
I even hate ya name, so when I play, i envoke fear/
I keep on gunnin while you runnin outa breath/
Got you jumpin while I'm shootin at ya chest, you need a vest/
Annihilated, go tell ya people I defeated ya, ya little dick/
5 verses spit nobody wants to see, Nor can they give a shit/
You past tense, so don't fuck around cos you ain't a real MC/
And you ain't ready for battle with me, you suck G's/
I tell you now that this shit is on for life/
So ConuTREE jay's gona die tonight, Aussie boy murdered on a sword blood spilt/
Keep fuckin around with me an you know ur gona get killed, u know!/
Enter ya car, when you see tha guyver/
No time to talk, cos he beats ya heart/
He dissed me, but the punk didn't finish/
An i'm about to fuck his mom any minute/
NIGGA I HIT YOU UP!!

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