Intro
nigga wants to say my crews gay, i got something for ya
Diss
before ya come out trigger happy aiming at my crew
jesus is dead but if u want u can join him the sky to
the artist formerly known as the kid p-dizzle
nigga blow on dicks like they were referee whistles
stepping to my crew i don't think u wanna do that
ya coffin will fit ya perfectly like a brand new hat
but screw that, talking shit to me will get ya brain threw back
i ain't gotta try hard, my crew will rip ya till the ninth degree
u could have L.I or eyngma write ya shit and still not be as tight as me
ya so wack i wouldn't even let u ghost write for me
u think u tight, ya not but u real funny
u broke that's why ya got a thread posted in ya forum 'who needs money'
another thread posted 'everyone read'
but u need to back out of our area before everyone bleeds
ya suck dick, i can tell by the bruise markings on everyone's knees
i'll loan ya some dough so u can pay diabolic
pres. bush could spit ya shit but it still wouldn't qualify it
i'm nasty, something similar to a modern day butch cassidy
so when ya bitch comes into town she always asks for me