a wake up keystyle Diss to cannabars WHY NOT....

these emcee all got the same shit to say... a whole bounch of old punches
shot leave'em in wheel chairs while i brake they mom back an leave'em on cruches
cant no-one touch this and i'll never had my BACK-DOWN.... unless im sleeping
fagets always creeping but they get floord for a ez sweaping
shot i'll fire only time this fool thought about jump'ing off
so all these old fashion diss's are more gay then geting cought hump'in bra's
im stomping hard, gun cock pop'in and smashing ya guard
time for some trashin, like ya pen paper and the rest of ya bars
confess im the god and you just studying my books of elements
all ya verse still i'll be wack if ya paid ya ghost writer with a check from settlement
you wanna be me? but i'll fold ya, you better?.. thought i told ya
with ya hottest cd... im like the cover plus the cd folder... im all ova ya
an remain on the top while all ya so called grateness flop , god-danm
you drop bullshit non-stop but i give you props kid cuz i wouldnt never relize how grate i am
fuck brooklyn and i dont mean jay-z, biggie, or fabolous... aint none of them attack me
i mean cannabars.... the only one who think he's the PRO-ACTIVE that can clear me out like acney (pimples)
bet he wanna do a track...so i wrote a verse and he ran off for the track meet
like sacilion pizza ya better stack chesse, an like ex lovers stop cuming at me
before we blow up and battle,
but i'll have my verse done in minutes he'll never show to battle
so fuck ya snake moves you think that'll leave me rattle, cuz my shot are BY FAR better that'll have the DC SNIPER BAFFLED..... MOTHER FUCKAH....

YOU STUPID PRICK...
KEEP MY NAME OUT YA MOUTH....