Lyricx:


whatcha gonna do when i'm ready 4 showdown//
better run for ya crew when it goes down//
it's to late to try get any help now//
you should situate ya self for the meltdown//
(2x)
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You's unheard, like fucken sign language//
I'll kill ya words, with disfuntional manners//
You battlen me, is the way you get on the banners//
Put 16 bars to ya like ah Joe Montana//{J.Montana = #16}

Yes ya best believe your D.ead O.n A.rrival//
Ya chest will bleed, like shooting lead from the rifle//
You scared as fuck of me, like you fled from the 5-0//
From audio to a textee, Red is your rival//

What is there to lose, what is there to prove//
i'll break you dude, till ya on breaking news//
i earned a place in the game, i payed my dues//
i'm hotter then you, even Satin knew//

ya never last man standing, like reacting Gandi//
how u gonna kill me, when i'm hiphops zombie//
your in need for treatments, like fatal disorders//
i'm ready for beef, Can i take your order?//
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whatcha gonna do when i'm ready 4 showdown//
better run for ya crew when it goes down//
it's to late to try get any help now//
you should situate ya self for the meltdown//
(2x)
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Theres only one throne, for me and my microphone//
you get no props, cause you is unknown//
ya audios are turn offs, like a fucking ugly bitch//
only chicks ya got, is the ones on ya buddy list//

rhymes cause crimes, investigate the scene//
your left behind, broken chest plate and spleen//
only fags dig ya style, cause ya shit is gay//
turn around ya name child, cause you just a sis-a// {A-S.I.S}

i'll give you the boot, like some fucken tim sneakers//
your already 6 feet deep, and i want you deeper//
more personailtys, then that golem creature//{3d dude on LORD OF THE RINGS}
your thrown in the outtakes, i'm the special feature//

you might-a passed in text, but this is the audio world//
there ain't come backs, like when you cum inside a girl//
listen to ya self bitch, can't cha tell//
you was never fresh like virgins in a jail cell//
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whatcha gonna do when i'm ready 4 showdown//
better run for ya crew when it goes down//
it's to late to try get any help now//
you should situate ya self for the meltdown//
(2x)
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the only way you testin me, is if i gave you a sample//
fucka round with me, and azz get trampled//
cut you up, and put you up on my mantle//
then Eat cha Adams apple, and make Eve get jealous//

not just you but cha whole punk azz crew felt it//
you running out the battle, like the ink from ya felt tip//
throw up the beef in the air, like a bulimic spitta//
you losing this battle, ain't hard to picture//

haven't you read lately, im the most hated but greatest//
splitting your image when i slice ya face in 8 fifths//
obsurb your career descend, in the matix//
i kill emcees lyrically , cause i'm a lyrical driller//

your lucky its lyrics , and not bullets//
because i'd be named a fucken serial killer//
you just met the heat, prepare to see hot flashs//
this diss is complete, ya left at a stop as-is//
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whatcha gonna do when i'm ready 4 showdown//
better run for ya crew when it goes down//
it's to late to try get any help now//
you should situate ya self for the meltdown//
(2x)
-----------------LO-FI HI-FI


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HOLLA AT CHA BOY///

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