I'm Insane like Saddam and sicker than Chemical Ali/
Make ya see black stars like my name is Kweli/
Karate Chop like this Flair vs Steamboat/
Have ya ass bloody leanin against the ropes/
Now we got to niggaz beefin, one screamin murda!/
The second one I knew about before he was heard of/
Both ridin legends dicks to make some sales/
If ya'll was hard, ya'll be too busy tryna make bail/
Lets start off wit Ja, he sound like the Grinch singin lullabys/
You ain't make shit off ya last CD, you got no aliby/
Scared of ya own race now, face it you finished/
Any credibility you had already diminished/
Your company is a corporation that murdered your career/
That's why you went from CMC, to a Pac bitin queer/
I'll write some jams for bitches, but that can't be my whole sound/
Cause i'm not tryna look like some rappin RnB clown/
Now i'm done wit this fool, just made him look silly/
Go prance ya gay ass all over Queens like you Diddy/

*Chorus*(Slightly taken from Montana Diary)
It's that bitch nigga shit/
The Money and the Politics/
Son recognize, real rap I need a lot of it/
One day you'll honor it/
Till then this game's a lie to me/
Need to take a look inside the T-nice diary/

Next up, the nigga that named himself after 2 quarters/
He used to be sick enough to bust both the Bush daughters/
Went industry now and forgot about the underground/
You was nice now you no longer lyrically sound/
Em says you a good rapper, he really is a good actor/
But don't matter, you fallin victim to my X-Factor/
Now you sweat Hova tryna sell shoes?/
I better calm down before I give you a verbal bruise/
Oh wait, wasn't it you that made Jackin for Jay-Z?/
And the reason I hated Jigga more was cause that track made me?/
Face it, you worthless, you wack/
Go home bitch, your a loser and you can't rap/
A walking piece of scum on the face of the Earth/
Bitch, you wasn't shit since the day of your birth/
You crackchild, burn slow like a black n Mild/
But be calm Kurt, I know these words was kinda vile/
It's just a wake up call....wait do you even know what vile means?/
You dumb ass bitch, got kicked outta school in ya late teens/
For a loaded up gun, bet it was a 22/
Soft bitch, only real niggaz can see through you/
So where them guns at? I heard you had many/
More than the men that's gon be wishin death upon me/
Oh wait, they just plastic cap guns/
Think a fake Smif n Wesson gon make me run?/
Got a fake Vietnam toy from ya boy, AK-47/
Fuck wit me, i'll have you better aquainted wit heaven/
Damn son, I ripped you pretty bad/
Let me even this out, Ja a bitch made mafuckin fag/
Hope you enjoyed, I know I did/
So don't make me pop ya top like a soda lid...


Chorus(6X till fade)

i dunno why i did this so don't ask i was juss madd bored