consume that, whether you like it or not you gonna get fed
stop crying and get on your knees and do as i said
king mathers aint the past he the present homie
you dont even have an ounce of skill to show me
anyway fuck the past you dont even have a future in the rap game
your punches are tame, borderline lame like lil wayne

who this bitch kiddin' thinkin he quick with this ill-ness.
when he aint even considered a right-full demolition.
bitchen bout how he the games newest vision.
thinkin that he hotter then the fame he pretendin'.
u in a pond full of sharks, my little rubba duck.
stop now before i attempt to actually give a fuck.
this kid aint knowing the facts that we staten.
i aint trying to diss you son, right here? im just playing

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

it aint a game thats for sure its a motherfucking joke what you spittin
i hope that shit wasn't pre written cause it sucks, should have been re written
your shits tame, mines heavy hittin, cause all the lines i spit rhyme
you obviously didnt take the time to check, and without rhymes your bar has no spine
ill lay it down flat line, even if you "gave a fuck" it wouldn't matter to me, you see
cause homie if i need to ill go over the border, and kick your ass in Miami

your not nice, your flow aint tight its wack just face the facts.
truth is that... u aint got style...... bitch you cant rap.
u suck mat. you face to face with a lyrical genius.
and the only thing u king of is that thing YOU call a penis.
i would like to see ya jump the border, bitch ill just wait and see.
you probably be like the tourist, "its nice but i cant stand the heat"

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

Faggot I will crack your abs and lift your feminine ass in a torture rack
Fake thugs wreckonize me as the backpacker who keeps the tool in his napsack
Puerto Rican spicca attract hot mami's that look like Rita Moreno
Dude told me to 'Take It Slow', when the "Legend"'s clean white flow laid this hoe
I nickname my lyrical sword 'The Clash' cuz I 'Cut the Crap'
You're wack, I will slice through your (w)raps like Wal-Mart Deli ham
Maleficent ain't feeling you, your skills are 5th grade
You remind me of Kat Williams, dude you that gay
Born in Crown Heights, my crown is that high
Fags challenge me but they flow is just not tight
You know that girl you was with last night? I got her number
She gave me dome in the Chevy Avalanche, you held the camcorder
When I get pissed off I blast niggas like Gohan, you can't stop me
My life is like the The Shawshank Redemption, your life is sweet like DeGrassi
Corny rappers like you get sniped when I send my crew to talk to ya
We roll '50' deep, "spraying" you with that 'Ayo Technology' like "Blackwater"

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after three words i got so bored of your verse and considered it dead.
and ur mouth around a nigga's dick is the only way you getting "a-head"
bitch, i aint feelin u niether, no homo,but still your ass is harm-less.
if my skill is in 5th grade, whats that make you? kindergarden???
you talk like a gangster but really aint nothing hood about you.
u aint shit to me kid, your ass doesnt even talk more shit then ur mouth do.
fucking dumb ass cracker, to me you just a simple piece of bitch.
i can tell you faggot ass is white by the KKK in your sig.
u aint messin with scanz, so you can just call me da prophit.
in any attempts to harm me, bitch please bring your nations army.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

The beams on my Chevy scan your whole hood
like Kakashi sensei, I see your every move
So I can bust slugs out the sun roof, like Orlando Anderson
I'm a stone cold villain, you just a black Kirk Cameron
Way of the Master, you better peep my lyrics
Fo I shove the calico in ya eye, and crush your spirits

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im laughing at the efforts that you put in to your "diss"
shit i think i have more talent for show everytime i take a piss.
im playin with you cause there is no point for weapons on the shelf.
u need help cause pretty much u just murdered your-self.
blah blah filler filler (yawn yawn) i think im done.
oh and that line with the camcorder? it also applies to your mom

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

Scanz is a wack MC with no talent, I don't think he's ready for my hard keystyle mallot
His metaphors suck sloppy bootyhole, his r&b-style rap songs would flop on SoundScan
I'm filler? Well bottoms up cause I'm going to force feed you my murderous poetry
You fumbled the mic when dudes pass it to ya, I held it tightly and threw up some lyrical potpourri
My brain processes rhymes like a super computer, but its never encoded with LISP
It comes out fresh like Aquafina, yo shit is tainted with piss
My lyrics are like the Nimbus 2000 broomstick, it'll sweep you off your feet
Your rhymes are like Math class, shit puts me right to sleep

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yawn yawn scribble scribble,my talent surpasses your wack ass...
no wonder u in kindergarden..... keep fallin asleep in math class.
my style is in-riched, your style is...well lets just keep it at cheap.
diss all you want bitch... ill be standing here all week.
u a non-lyrical red-neck with no respect in the bed-rest.
so put to rest any fucking wack ass skill that your sorry ass has left.
you dont really think your all that............seriously do ya?
im infecting your brain like an outstanding virus on your bitch ass SUPER COMPUTER.
wack ass bitch, this hole world can see your fake.
with a mouth as big as yours its no suprize the amounts of dick you can taste.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

When I open my mouth, my rhymes generate black holes
Sucking the fake swag out of you, like The Smoking Gun did to Rick Ross
I'm all that and a big of chips, you try to emulate me
If me and you were in kindergarten, I'd stick you up by the cubby
But the toolie won't be a banana, it'll be more like a semi
Juicy juice spillin out your mouth, screamin "Mommy, come get me!"

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no man, you dont generate black holes you just an ass hole blowin smoke
your shit aint dope its more outdated that the pope, you have no hope
no chance to compete cause you aint on my level dude
scanz about the only man stupid and desperate enough emulate you
i was born better that you and forever ill be greater
if you deny its cause you a hater, im done now, so time to grab my shit ill cya later

im sick of this pussy, sounds like he got offended cause he still posting...
bitch got more fillers then his moms anal when its open.
u aint focused... and your right im not on your level.
ive surpassed that shit, fuck, i could scare the shit out the devil.
u aint a rebel. this the last post im doing for your bitch ass.
wack herb, fuck you and your mom, before you both get bitch slapped.
im runnin over your ass, gotta problem with it? then continue haten.
if it comes to dick sucking, then yea bitch, you the greatest...
but when it comes to rap, u suck and no you not nice.
when it comes to the game we couldnt find ur wack ass with a flash light.
ima kill you in one swing, just watch da prophit's golden hook.
im read like a novel... ur bitch ass read like a comic book.
u shook i know, its ok, we all can and will understand.
that u aint ready for da pro, u just aint ready for scanz.
bitch ima gangster, grab, cock, and blow.
u just a faggot, grab a cock and blow.......

~imurder~

bitch... u nothing.... take ur wack ass back to ur klan.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.

Don't act like your this tight dude...
I'll fist fight you, ya mom wanted a son
so she gave up a bitch like you.

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