Evacuate the place! I spit mase.
Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face.
Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh,
styles humongous now who want us?
Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,
true brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?
You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers.
Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus.
So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug.
Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug.
Keep competition tailormade with razorblades.
Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious.
Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes.
I drown your whole continent.
Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent.
You think I'm playing then consider your odds:
to go against me is considered a loss.
The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws,
topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
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Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it,
off right now, I know my whole crew's ready.
If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it.
You little bitch ass, that's right I said it.
Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress.
Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business.
Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses,
we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses.
Define a hot crew, that's us right there.
Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers.
Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers,
slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?
Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,
hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said.
So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name,
you can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain´t game.
Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,
and you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless.
You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders.
Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest.
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