a yo,
like you like to say son peep game.. your weak lame beat
maimed..
cheap slain stripped of street fame.. crippled cheated framed..
call it what you want.. I aknowledge your a cunt sucka fuck your street knowledge punk..
this aint 84.. son is living in the past..
like flashbacks when your pops gave it to you in the ass..
you try to trick the mass.. but you aint foolin me..
I'll have your fam cryin at your ulagy.. you and me?.. I'm laughin see..
you stink like suage b.. your like a dime to a G, a line to a key..
your timings off like truancy.. your soft.. I'll ruin thee..
I win more battles than royce in the UFC.. your booty B..
I'll cause the mourning of your whole community..
like high school drunk drivers that crash in to a tree..
now you wanna take shots at me?..but they all inacurate..
I'll sprawl you on your back n shyt.. in front of all your fans n click..
your fam n chick panick.. dashin quick to call the ambulance..
when I damage this.. funny punky brewster wannabe.. and all his fucken flunkies..
what kid?! you fucken with the dusted lyric junkey..
like you missed a dunk your spirits sunk beneath your trunks B(lmfao)
it dont make you hard cause you hit the shift and (1) key..
I rip shit.. spit sick like dirty saringes threw your pours..
I'm sick bitch thats why I take 1st and win awards..


Hey beatle juice i told ya i wouldn't let that war#lords diss slip

Flatlined.....