What would the world be like with un-employed kids runnin' around?...
With Uncle ran in the black hawk gunnin' em' down...
Every bullet meet's it's target and ya feeble seedlings cease to be...
claiming to be a savage with text.. ran about to leave the beast deceased..
It havent been long since I knew these kid.. damn.. betrayal is some fruitless biz...
So I'll stab em' in the stomach... not from the back like Brutus did... (wrestler)
i'll pistol whip'em then trash'em cuz ya shootin' me wont happen...
Cause like negative precipitation graphs... what you DewDrop is below average...
(dew/dude)
Everybody loves the 300 Gunners.. successful crew head that breathes havoc...
Yet ya crew Shy Low Away from the Big Dogs like the AMC Classic...
So you can pay to see gaseous plasmic rays being emitted...
Grazed by the fray in a minute ..
While your fellow un-employ'es claim to text-sick yet they waiting at the clinic...
I regret that We still haven't collabo... since un-employment means u on your ass day long...
But like Cremating R&B stars... the 300 Gunners'll be making ash.. Trey Songz...

wait... let me breath for a min...
aight lets get back to trashing these fuckers....

look at these puppy's among a wolf thats comin with death...
and yeah... sure they a handful... by the scruff of they neck...
whoever made this crew gettin tossed to the lions den then ripped inta courses...
so at least one half of him made it to biblical proportions...
his drops wouldnt be running classics like old track records...
but he will 'bend over for you'... as long as he's getting 'Dubs for he's efforts'... (FAG)
love is war.. so you gotta have an arsenal of guns n cock em...
while this dudes bombin himself... launchin off knuckle rockets...
creativeness i cant stop it... while ya say its wack and mock it
but with ya style... ya wouldnt take out 1... if ya album was on the market...
consider R.V the rap olympics... you get the belt?? Ha!! Maybe looting...
i'll even put B.E.S.T ova ya in this race.. an watch'em cry.. so they trophy color n shape was bronze baby booties ... ( fucking baby's)
in this type of battle against a titan... theres no way he's pullin through...
cause punches wouldnt be your strong suit even if you made it bulletproof...
as a textcee... Ran policin boards... findin a way to keep the order...
so i'll make these un-employed kids take they show on the road.. like street performers...
after this Rampage... i'ma be sure theres nothin but rubble left...
then 300 J.G be back in the buildin... while yours hasn't been constructed yet...
This aint hard at all... like understanding how to bet...
if this diss was a gym i wouldnt even had work'ed up a sweat...

GOOD NIGHT~~!!

300 J.G
We Runing This Rap Shit...

Ya Not Fucking With US..
Not Me Nor No-One In My Crew....

Fall Back Seriously Man Before Ya Feeling Get Hurt...