***Diss***
I'll SPIT straight SHAME ON THIS KID/
NOT SHIT but late FAME AINT'HIS GIG/
A lit FLAME LIKE A PIG/

ppl think he's GAY he has NO GAME /
HE''LL ASK ME who BUT I'LL SAY NO NAMEs/

tha thing is I'M NOTTA SNITCH/
catch chris singin he's A LOTTA BITCH/

tha less
you say is prally tha best
intrest i can suggest
if not u'll be a bloddy mess
but feel blessed
i did spare ya life i took ya heart at best
tha beef i cook he can't event digest

The thing is - it's not in-edible
he's scared cause it's Justincredible

catch me in ya crib you get shot cuz you ducked up
see u aint strait nuttin butta fuck up

Look i dunno wat ta tell ya
but how about shut the hell up
not too big but i got my weight well up

we inta thick'a business cop trees, coke too
on ya block it's like'a blizzard you can only hope thru
it's somthin you won't approach to
if u do u get burned to a 1/4 inch like'a roach do
havent you lerned not to test i'll roast you
no water ta put u out, that gas tank i see you comin close too
now im'a bounce out, you blowin up like u said u was supposed to
most doods

think i'm lyin
but wen dey step up i say thanx for tryin

Chris thinks he's grown up
Still ery time he drinks he's thrown up
thinks he's blown up
Talk alot'a shit i c ya braught yaself but ya mouth aint shown up
you wanna see a fuckin grown up

it go like this
u duwanna see closed fist
u all inta wrestlin and shit
suggestin script the fight who u messin wit

hogan, savage, i rumble wit da best'a'dem
das my slogan, u'll fumble fuckin wit them

u coward wanna try'ta grab techs and men
need some support standin next ta him

just cant face me alone
u betta try'ta get sum testicals grown
ur gonna lose blood so leave ya dress at home
man sumbudy arest this drone

he's a waist a my time i'm afta tha source
i stay M.i.B erase ur mind of course

so just stay home and watch ya wrestlin B
while even the rest'of'um see

u cant fuck wit me i've grown restlessly
but u young it's just'a'test you i see

our battle'll get the best'a'ya unique
all'a tha sudden you feel weak

im undefeated,
my face is blue and i gotta real streak
so just beat it
t
aste the dew even in the morning i feel heat
wake up witta gun in my hand under my sheet

damn, no wonder the cops watch me creep
when you here my thunder the shots dont stop cheap

a couple bucks, cuz i'm Robin-son that Cassell
Father'a beats like'a i gotta sun Pharell
keep track'a my Owens through my boy Terrell

cuz i don't like debt and niether due my pockets
The U.S. is hit I beleive steve it was from Francis Rockets

now the french and they audacity asses pracin stop it
git ya money strip in one motion took erything in tha pants pockets

I'm so high but sumtime lay so low like the stock gets
ma style you cant predict or ever try to stop it

so the conversation jus drop it
seriously, ya mouth i'll pop it
deleriously, all ya riches you give me out ya pocket

i'll take ya tonuge as collateral u aint speekin
if not strap i'll make a gun and splatter'bull have'em leekin
so u end up missin familys all in'a scatter full search freekin

tha fuck out as
they peep n duck out

i'll creep the fuck out the bushes
sneak wit da crew flip the fuck out we all bullet pushas

street flew out witta clip
shots buck out from the tip

got ppl stuck out in tha middle of'da strip
wether i hit they chest or they hip

stuck by me it's like i pirated they ship
banged out domes for doe on sum high risk shit

if rules slang and i cant make it wit flow robbins my new bisness
fuckin jack erbody from tha father go over ta da mama next they li'l bitches

I told u it's time fo me ta git viscious
git name git bitches, git fame git riches
you lookin a bit lame lemme soe ya back up wit deese stitches

tempt me not
or ya pockets empty watch

ya rymes is wak
ya lines aint in tact
fuck the bullshit you gettin attacked

come see me,
at the dot shop

You run easy,
But can't ecscape the Red dot Pop

U fed chrom,
the glock popped

6 4/5ths ta git ya whole block rocked

Everybody ded!
u gotta dull sense'a rap in ya hed

my mind is brihgter than'a copier scan
uz'a faggot i'ma a fighter and'a cockier man

wen chris swing i'm blockin'is hand
cockin my 9 in hand

stoppin'is heart where'he stand
shockin'is mind his brain i jammed

dockin in time the pain got'em dammed
say u dont lie but ya just a little scam
try gettin real skill for come test tha man

prick face the scene my thec rown spray my sound
next who gets crowned bets the whole crowd

take all'a they money proud
brake you cuz u a funny clown

ya only mistake you made was settin foot on outside ground
cuz you know i'm right outside now
bout'ta slide a round between ya eye brows

next make ya chest look like an unseen washington throwback/
ya red colored vest took like sixteen shots i was watchinem blowback/

you sloppily put togetha a track and expect it ta hold/
i dont detect you as bold never even guessed you were old

but i suggest you be gone, before the end of this beat
i'm in jefferson ct catch u at the end of ya street

whatever clothes you seen and copped are alredy mine/
return ya flows my rap team alredy dropped what ya call ya lines/

mutha fuckin heat seekin missles clever/
never/
miss the spot between neck and shoulders to sever/

ur raps they'll pick up but it's gone in'a day just'a phaze/
sell ya talent at'a yard sale it'll sit on ya lawn for days/

nobody intendthis spend no more den them goose Eggs/
so before you test me tie up ya loose ends/

look for da loop whole
u and ya best be high up at ya crib i'll shoot up ya stoop- Cold/
blued up as fuck loot up ya group as'a whole

it's like we in church ya'll just give ta lord even tho he don't ask it
thas why u prayin to'em for ya life as u put ya shit in ma collection basket
u think u gangsta and shit drinkin 40's well i got tha correction bastard

u a wangsta bitch thinkin ma shorty's gotta suggestion for ya ass
i'll just let ma four forty four's change ya facial complection fast


it's him-n-all get checked till he fall
blood on the cement-raw decked by c.k. on call

see me at the fuckin mall
you'll be duckin-and-all

shots buckin no stall
automatic like A.I. shootin the ball

you unarmed no gun in ya hand/
i leave you the no armed man/
rip dem limbs off and beat you witt'um till you cant stand

btich/

you punch drunk/
ma brass knuckles spiked tha thump/

ma ass chuckles wen u rap u right like'a chump/
yer scared ass knees buckle wen u fight u get slumped/

you talk shit think u all fired up, actin-a-fool/
dawg you drinkin a six pack and it says O'duels/

but fuck the written shit my crew erasin tha rules/
write yer ass up on the blackboard tellin you to choose/

either ya life or your shoes/
either my knife or'a bruise/

you can catch it tanite or in future dues/
still either way im'a shoot'ya dood/

the way u rap u aint never takin off
u just a plane stuck at the airport cuz ya wing brakin off

thats that sing thing you do mistake for a cough
but lemme step up on this beat and clear my throat

u could catch up wit this heat getta shot clear thru your throat
Yea i'm tha fuckin king thas why wen approach my castle and boat

u chose no hassle u fear da gators in ma mote
you scared now and later but candy aint the werd fo da pistols i tote

they'll leave ya capped and also handy u herd the pop and saw tha missles i wrote
steal my wepons and is gonna be ya life for wat u forgot ta quote

i'm at ya spot and notta bar you spoke
stuck like'a blood clot i shoulda known you'd choke

hahahhahahahaha


hang yourself.





















no, seriously!

that shit was stupid man... for real

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Ummm.. Yeah you Suck !!

0-11 tryin' to drop a diss on Ill-Mental...lmao...and on top of that shockthaworld already did an Ill-Mental diss...

you suck

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^ya'll reading the same piece i did?
this was straight fire
dope wordplay tight disses

'The thing is - it's not in-edible
he's scared cause it's Justincredible

^ill

rhyme scheme was on point too although this bar was a bit short....

'btich/

^also bad spelling


props on a dope piece

maybe RB legendary

lmao... glad i could be the object of a peice this great...

u gotta fuck with a newb

lmao.... this was funny.... thank god he is banned, anybody stupid enough to write something that long and then poll it should hang themselves... oh wait, ill mental already told him to do that

lol the funny thing is that this kid no showed me and then put this diss up lol