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Middle Weight
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Diss to the "UnderGround Union" Bitin ass faggots
IP:
MC Prephickz :
dawg, we all kno you aint underground, your more flashy than 50
maybe he can teach you how to stunt cuz I kno you aint walkin wit me
Hit me, swing, bring ya whole union
I reload my vocab. and leave ya'll in confusion
Best stop bitin us or I leave more bodies in ya house than at a family reunion
Why you usin somtin that aint yours
I swear I will tear apart you tendons and cords
Aboard my train you in for some inceneration
This federation is usin consideration--
in the fact we usin verbal castration
And decapitation verbal vaccination--
from my tongue whippin seringes into your veins
Am I insane, naw, jus dont like people takin my name
And u kno you did by the way you spelled it
When we roll through you better pray you live to tell it
Slugger bats, a brass, and some black clothes
All we need to take 10 of you ho's
I'm tryin to do it clean, but yall gon' make me get mean
Like gain green I eat up ya organs
At ya funeral theres one person and no pipe organs
Cuz the way you move right now gon' have you boardin a casket sale
Stop playin us for our name before I leave in a basket goin to hell
Mistah Tate:
Takin the union to communion, or betta yet school
How dare you bite the name of the orginal, UnderGround Crew
No talent cocksuckers, why you gotta make me cause a ruckus
We confrontin you fully, but you still dodge and duck us
Musta thought if you stole the logo your skill range would change
Naw man, the only thing thats gone change is how yo face is arranged
I'm so good wit ceramics, cuz i will seriously re-adjust yo mug
Yall begged to get murdered, and now you catchin my slug
UnderGround South be the hotness, no way you can stop this
Let alone top this, me and MC will alter your conscious
Gettin holy on you niggas, callin you out for yo pitiful sins
Takin the devil out u cats wit diseased pins under yo skins
Reply at yo own discretion, this is the end of yo lyrical session
Still breathin wit blood filled lungs? Then u recieved a blessin
bitin ass bitches, next time ask for permission...UnderGround South, the original, remember that
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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me."
-Young Buck
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