Sorry homie ^
I didnt wanna do it Like-This, But I might-diss and take friendly fire
so even my own team know not to slip n trip on a wire.................
'cause i'll blast higher, and spot you a gun just to pop-back
now ya little ass eatin at tortilla and spittin slack to slang a hot-wrap
but you got-crap, holdin it in...like a diaper, we all wait for the shit-to-drop
analzye ya technique..
i'ma grill this lunch cuz he hasn't learned to punch
I was thinking you were good when ur the dumbest of the bunch
You talk alot of shit now it's time to make u feel like it
your music is trash even though ur probably bite it
it must be tough being you cuz ur fag ways get played
when are u gonna die cuz ur never gonna elevate
stop dissing paramik cuz we know u wanna have his dick
Ya ain't got no skills and if u did they'd make me sick
.................................................. ...^ and thats the shit you got?
I'll make ya quick-to-stop...re-think your career and hang up the mic
bow out gracefully...and ''go down'' in style like a dyke....................
YOU KNOW ITS RIGHT, Give it up and quit while your ahead...
I heard you like beef....so ya could always flip burgers instead?
.....
I'ma break it down!
You went from sinner...too runnin ya mouth and bowin to the winner
after this diss you gonna call me out, and we goin in circles...like a ''spinner''
rotatin clockwise, watch my glock-rise...barrel tongue kissin this queer - really...
I'll put your ear to the street and brains at ya feet so you can hear-me-clearly
'cause I be all over the block, non-stop...the struggle is my bitch..........
Tech trynna ''run tha streetz'', got a ''100 miles 'n runnin'' and picked up a stich (YOUR WEAK!)
