verse 1:
CHECK IT im a send out this diss
ta X-CEll tha little bitch
who plans ta make a record in jail
while he's gettin ass fucked up agianst a rail
sounds like this muthafucka devoloped a
ingrowin hair up his asscrack so bad.... hes gonna fuck himself to death...........on a dirty matress ya this guys got an interest in rappin but it aint gonna happin
except tha fack your white your a choke artist
that thinks hes from detroit............hha ha
man i'll make fun of you just for a joke an a laugh
tha words i wrote wasnt to be a rap do tha math...
You cross the wrong path now Buck spit the aftermath
gon' be a blood bath, right after you Kiss My Ass!
diss ya passed, an i ''X-CELL'' Into rhythm n Blues
step ta fire, you'll get burnt like ya ''missin-your-shoes''
i'ma let u choose, make the decision on your Death...
i'ma fill up ya vital organs with a hollow remodey while your gaspin for Breath!


Hook:
Dogg we aint the type of niggas ta Hold a Grduge (Nope)
but we stay clutchin heat while you 'pack the Fudge'
go 'head n mean mugg, we set out ta Stomp (Stomp stomp)
guns, lyrics, fists, its a fuckin Romp!!!!!

Verse 2:
you talkin black jeliouse muthafucka sit back
i dont wanna resort ta violence over crap
your another wannabe so do me a favor an clap
i didnt wanna diss you
na im kiddin im a piss on you.........ya
might wanna lock your girl up at night
herd she loves tha cock an boys that are white
all kinds of dildo toys but her twezzle isnt ripe
ya made tha biggest mistake
runnin ya mouth off now its to late
im a take you to tha grave an teach little
muthafuckas like yopuself to behave
make ya my slave, i got them 'Whips'
haul that ass on a long Trip, let my boy Skip, an rip, while u slip onto dick
ridin Cali like you wanna be his Lover
fuckin idiot, HE SONNED YOU! An now ya callin him Mother
Your lame, a bitch, you dont want it with Buck..
this aint even my beef, but you talkin, so i'ma shut u Up
theres no luck when you Involve my Crew
cause i'ma keep runnin thru you like the Flue!
aint nothin you can Do, just sit back n relax...
ya boys heavy metal oh so ghetto push my foot ta the metal til i reach the Max
teach ya tracks, an how i'm runnin rings
i heard of gay rappers....but this whipper snapper sings!
little choir boy, loves the 'Empire' (cali)
call me the blaze department cause i'ma stomp out ya FIRE!


Hook:
Dogg we aint the type of niggas ta Hold a Grduge (Nope)
but we stay clutchin heat while you 'pack the Fudge'
go 'head n mean mugg, we set out ta Stomp (Stomp stomp)
guns, lyrics, fists, its a fuckin Romp!!!!!

Convicted : usual style font
Buck: bold style font

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