It seems God played hide and go seek
with Joker and Shadow's mom's physique
and left her with nothing but a worthless antique
I dont know which is worse, his or her tecqnique
But G-d damn if she's hasn't been sucking me of for a week
So I got bored and finally just took a leak
and rejected her quicker than Deke
could and sent her directly back to Mozambique
and to get rid of this vision, I dropped some acid
so hopefully by the time you respond I'll developed aiclexelsyd
so I won't have to read your sad comeback
to YOUNG KILLA destruction of this bitches asscrack

horrid spits i equiped tortureous throwin ya ass in an abyss where a pale horseman sits//
possessed metaphors an assist as enforcements, scourgin your god givin gift//
my driven fists, pound this bitch, forcin his rhymes to abortions quick//
my very breath, projects the depth of hell, where ya predestined death dwells//
you my target so im skinnin you alive, from my sharp spits harnessed//
you aint totally useless, but stupid, cause ill use your brain, as an arm rest//
like the latino jacker, ill rip your intestines out your ass, to leave you scared shitless//
you talkin bout sexual situations, but how? the only time you see XXX is in games of tic-tac-toe//
spits i kick cold//
ill give you a saw, stick ya dick in a vice grip, and the shed you in, ill light quick//
when you fuck with me, thats the type of situation you get put in bitch!//
you gasping from blood fillin in ya lungs, like my ass, ill leave you behind//
like cocaine, ill rip out your eye sockets and stuff em with c 4, to blow ya mind//

Uppin' peepz c'mon

yo, my bad 4 not gettin back at you on dis beef tip but im here now. yo, seems like you got dis wrapped up kid but ay. let me drop some shit...

ayo/im here to help out my nigga killa at killin these niggaz/they all on his dick cuz his diss tracks is givin them shivers/yall niggaz is garbage, throw yo flow books away/before i dig in my tool box for dat shottie dat spray/right at ya head, now ya dead and yo momma couldn't even suck enough dick to fix this/dat bitch might as well get it too, but only if she want dis/naw, fuck dat, c'mon killa lets rape da whore/use yo pen as a knife to fuckin cut open her jaw/and now we on the run cuz jokers son, shadow is after us/but he dont wanna kill/he wanna get help cuz he know by himself, he cant beat us/we too far up tha street on this lyrical shit for yall to catch up/this reminds me of a hotdog race, where all you can do is ketchup
fuckin chumps.....its two of yall.....so its two of us.....yall niggaz dont want war 4real

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SO DONE WIT RV

Yo much luv fam, yo who ya runni' wif in diz underground, hit ya nigga up , ya feelz me playa

ight 1

i aint wit nobody. i mean, im wit DPB (Dem PlayBoiz) here in tha mitten, but other than that i aint wit nobody. im just tryin to step my game up on this internet shit. nigga need alot of feedback, ya know?

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SO DONE WIT RV

wait..are you guys serious..?yall think yall are that ill?damn too much acid for you mang.

yall better chill before i find where you live/
if i find where you live/
then yall fine me for what i did/
what i did/
is how i live/
no ones shiverin but your quiverin innocent beligerant tricks/
bein ignorant to the fact how we just crack your false facts/
pause, rewind go back and study my raps/
analyze my wordplay/
fantasize your rubber ak that you bought from KB/
maybe, you need to put the mic down and find out whos the illest pastor to this hip hop convention/
manipulate your sad inventions you like to mention and refer to your shit as mastered/
you know nothing of the craftsmenship and hardwork us artists put together and paste and erase these false commercial raps they keep coming back/
so we keep pushin back/
keep cussin on tracks/
can't stop this anger released/
because of these petty beefs/
need and lack of attention to when yall were younger/
so you ponder and wonder if you really with wack or you put yourself on your own wall with your own plaque/
imagine, but your in your own fantasy/
with pansy beats/
fancy kicks/
so alla sudden yall mtv models/
snap yourself back into reality cuz you ain't fifty yung bitch!