its the remix, fresh jus got dissed,
and i was the one who made him pissed/
you jus a bitch, you jus bcame old,
you a soft nigga u aint bold/
heres my pen n pad nigga, take my rhymes,
youll need em, jus to try n make urself shine/
but not like chrome, you still dirt,
u broke ass nigga, take my shirt/
now, jus be calm okay? no need to freak-out,
u must be on sum drugs, cuz u keep trippin-out/
ill make u trip on ya own tongue,
lyrically, ill make u eat ya lungs/
make u black-out, i dont mean an electrical surge,
youll flip on this, but ill make u bite the curb/
this aint a game u fuck-up, its a way of life,
and yours, is about to be slashed with a razorblade knife/
emo nigga? thats a fucked up site,
back down bitch, your jus not liked/
ur fav. movie, broke-back mountain,
u fag, i hope ya drown in a fountain/
i got nothin but hate for this fag,
he jus a punk, one of those hatin peg-leg's/
youll die from different diseases,
layin on the hospital bed, prayin for jesus/
ima chemical substance, ill burn you alive,
like poisonous gases, ill attack your eyes,
causin u to cry, so now whos tellin lies,
the genious or the one who FRESHLY died?/
call me a jackal, i hunt for my prey,
ill catch u, n surve you on a silver tray/
why you keep talkin, didnt i murk u once,
and now ur back, youll never make a bunce/
you keep trying hard, now you dropped your guard,
this monster will fuckin rip you leavin u scarred/
its beyond the gates of pain nigga, this is pure torture,
this isnt a simple same old day nigga, its a scorcher/
ill burn your rhymes, your house, your ways,
its near the end bitch, your runnin outa days,
its the final game you fuck, your outa plays,
the end of the bag, and now nigga, you outa lays/
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u must me japanese cuz your committing comacuzzi
im goin to make you regret u ever come across me
yur an insult to hip hop B,u cant rap kid u a wack bitch
those rhymes are shit, fly's r the only thing u attractin
didnt yur mother teach u not to count yur chicks before hatchin
my emotions are more explosive than some C-4 Blastin
anyman who battles me gets ripped to shreds like a napkin
u wanna bitch u get slapped quick in an orderly fashion
yur lyracly bout to crash so i suggest you get Strapped in
this kid can hit you so fast you wont even know that it happened
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