I seen a...


bitch that looks like you, a kid that look like Av
guess you're fucked... in any fight that you might have...
you don't get it, stay the fuck outta my place,
ya'll wack to test on stage n' can't make it on myspace...
you got a style n' anyone around with it,
post a poll... and watch me beat ya ass down with it...
stop that talkin... like I won't whore you kids,
ya whole crews bitch... now give back the rib...
I whore... mentally n' physically, it's not a rumor
plus I don't need a moniker... to son you initially...
don't fret, Av's here... just to scratch the surface,
we're different... I wrote this here... wack on purpose...
stop frontin damn,
asked, where's the hood at..? kid thought I was talkin bout the clan...
my mic got fixed... Av's the hardest, bitch,
don't make me spit words at you... straight from a rugers lips...
my flow... damn... how can I describe it
like water got seasick and committed suicide at it...
wanna learn dopeness... you fuckin hover,
Av'll spray ya thoughts... teach you to duck n' cover...
I aint even tryin... I just willed the words bitch,
fakes are will smiths career.... gay to switch...
don't think Av won't bang the ground,
swore I shut you assholes up... the way I shut shit down...
I'm sorry you're in love with it,
my flow I mean... now do the river dance... at the bottom of it...
stop the shit talk... his name? I don't remember,
but I'm controllin his ass... like a fuckin inventor...
think about it... I'm sonnin ya crew back,
how it feel... for you to love me and me to diss ya diss track..?
no wordplay in my verse, punches aren't important,
hell I shouldn't rhyme... now mines as wack as yours is...


I don't know ya squad...
I don't give two fucks...
I don't know ya squad...
just give up...
I don't know ya squad...
I don't give two fucks...
I don't know ya squad...
just give up...