Who the fuck ruffeld his feathers, bust a vendetta// Crome 1, russian roulette with russian berettas// Full clip- you first, no discussion no never// We could never be friends on a functional level// I`d rather slit my own throat til my head has been sewered// (And) Blood spills like paint on my delicate sweather// I spit better, I don´t mean to tell on a fella// He raps like he´s been in jail more then Nelson Mandela// I know this guy ain`t no predicate fellon// Never spent a day in his life, a hella pretender// Hello, at your moms crib stuck in the cellar// Call me mr. Pipe-Man, I got sumthin to sell her// Show a rapper in his country who can touch accapellas// Better then this, I`ll show a bitch who doesn´t fuck (be)cause of cheddar// Mami`s frontin on me (be)cause she thinks it`s harder to catch her// I`ll have her cleanin my appartment like she`s Monica Gellar...// Ela Ela, feel like a million bucks// It`s been rough on the side, but I`m still in the cut// Nobody`s even heard of me, I`m buildin them up// Start from scratch, attack like Atilla the Hun// Put your money in the square, you gettin bizzy or what// I don`t care if he´s famous, I ain´t givin a fuck// But I did congratulate, I was biggin him up// Now show his labels adress and I`ll deliver his guts// Rap monsta, CLAP at your roster// (Spray) "Low-Key Entertainment" on back of your momas Honda// I´m oh furious, so so serious// I stay +raw+ like them jokes on +delirious+// You puss-bwoi you`re supposed to be militant// But- you keep bitchin like you`re `pproachin your period// Lyrcial beast, your top-8 agree// I let TeeKaay design your whole MySpace for free// Then we change a couple pictures, change your fuckin password// Photoshop when you fuck a dude in the asshole// Capo- Call me Mr boogieman of vocals// I hide under your bed, hit you with my notebook// So why beef when it´s cuckoo// Go put a video blog on your youtube// Do whatever the fuck, I will murk you// So fuck you and the dumb bitch who birthed you// Fin to kill it- ridiciouls, Kid is finished// Quicker then the credits roll when they end sixty minutes// Fi fo fy- He proceeded to bore me// Ding!- Done quicker then you can heat up a Gorbys`// That´s under two minutes, I`m gettin` loose with it// I push a car in a cold river with you in it// And when the image goes bye bye// And when you´re manager tells you there`s no guidelines// No records labels, Sponsors- No bla bla// Remove the make up from Lady Laga// Your 16 without the special effects// Like watchin` "Transformers 2" without special effects// I gets grizlly when it`s ring time// I`m like a grizzly when it´s spring time// You watch Disney like you´re still 9// Faggot- Take this diss and then stand up// Crome`s that dude, your boys they got their hands up// You tried to battle because you hated my damn guts// After the battle you went a started my fanclub// And what- I`m I`m I`m better// Tell ´em fuck Prada now the devil wears NewEra...//
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