fuck fgee........

man why u hatin on satan,
u must be hatin on yo-self,
dont bother puttin out an album cuse shops aint gunna put it on they-shelf,
u think u could get some attention by tryin to mention,
shaq's name in vein,
now i must complain, against u mutha fuckin emcee,
pissin me off with yo weak ass capability,
i fuck u on the mic in less then the bar u will take to diss-me,
man i'm a buy yo wax n use it for a frisbee,
couldnt beat me in a battle if i was tipsy,
now how u kick it with yo g's u aint sippin on 40's u just eatin tea and crumpets,
yo boy flops out his cock n u probably pump-it,
now why do i even bother to slaughter,
u so badly now u got so many enemies,
even in yo own dreams u get haunted n tauned by entaties,
on the mic i'm a deliver u with deadly injures,
so to spine and rip out yo spleen,
murda an ecmee in less then 5 bars and leave the scene clean,
dissin rappers from australia now why u hatin,
u must-a been anticiaptin, a diss from me,
now i'll fuck u up fully, thats why rappers call me the lyrical bully,
fuck fgee u just a 18 yr old tryhard rap artist,
now lryical beef i dont think u wanna start-this