Kormic you know you can't spit for real, I know that your fakin'
The only good thing about Canada, is the Canadian bacon
You're whiter than a cloud, you're more pussy than a clit,
Do you have to use the bathroom? It sounds like you're full of shit
I've got the advantage, no one in here knows who you are,
Gangsters don't reside in Canada, they wouldn't piss that far
If I was on the border, I'd be directly aiming for you,
How can you call your bitch ass hard? You've never been to the Lou
You've never seen a damn thing, only a pussy in the mirror,
Your story is a little hazey, my life is crystal clear
You wrote to my friend Aaron, you showed us your pussy face,
If you died you hair brunette, you could take Harry Potter's place
Glasses on your nose and blue clothes on your back,
Your pussy friends can claim, but it's that real shit that you lack
Canadians must run fake, which is something I don't get,
Pam Andeson is Canadian, just look at a single tit
She's got fake boobs, you have a fake crew,
You don't run with real gangsters, you wear a fake blue
You can't compare to me, a record deal you'll never get,
You can't fuck with the U.S. or that Gutter Entertainment shit...

Fuck yo Canadian white ass. You're lucky no one else knows who you really are. Hahaha... Bitch...

Gutter Entertainment
J-Flo

ok, im sick of your stupid shit,
you, and your fuckin gay talking spits,
me saying im a crip? your the one whos a fake,
go slit your wrists emo-child, your a pussy about to get raped,
im making your company, look like a circus,
i hear most of them cry at night, screaming, please, dont hurt us,
your still the same bitch you were, months ago,
still like the bitch i embarressed at my first show,
anybody can think of a diss, but i cause illisions,
i understand now, that your mind is fucked from contusions,
paranomal-disease, you trippin, you think you ruled,
well you fuckin cracker-bitch, everytime i rhyme, its cruel,
like animal slaughter, im slaughtering your every line,
you get flushed in the face with each of my rhymes,
yes, im canadian, yes, im white, and i still fuckin messed you,
you say you hardcore, and what the fuck, is the Lou?
ive heard you say it a few times now, so explain yourself bitch,
no wait, please dont, i dont want you to start to twitch,
fall over, and have a fuckin brain anyrism, ill watch you die,
these rhymes that im spittin are so hot, my mic starts to fry,
you are like most of these pussies here, absolutly no balls,
like a dumb slut, all you know how to do is answer sex calls,
you challenging me, is like climbing everest three times in a row,
you cant do it, your not like nike, sorry your not pro,
see this, is coming from a genius's mind,
conciousness, your losing it, youve gone blind,
im the bitch? ive never even heard of Gutter Entertainment,
that site, looks like something a child wouldve made, its shit,
you gettin pregnant off of my diss, i see your styles are whack,
the only color, you reppin is bitch, so quit tryin to act black,
you aint a G, nor are you a crip, blood, king or mafia member,
youve never seen fear, except on the 9th day of september,
i spit legacies, im followed by half of the country,
ill burn your house, tie up your family, make you look like a monkey,
its funky, like the dance you did, when you got your first gay kiss,
i know your identity faggot, so before you make me mad, close your lips,
dont be silent, you entertain me, and i like it,
makes me laugh, but piss me off, and your life, ill end it,
you dont know me enough, to call me a pussy,
but i most deffinatly know your girl, she real mushy,
you soft-hearted bitch, you dont spit real, you never been behind bars,
me, ive been there, for GTA, that means, i was stealin cars,
you dont get any responses to any of your disses towards me,
that shit makaes me laugh, cuz u tryin to be exactly like me,
you bumpin no skill, no talent, yet, you still goin headstrong,
which can be bad, especially when you tryin to say im wrong,
so if you want to continue this beefin shit, im up for another round,
but in the aftermath, youll be dead, fed to pigs, and never found.

>>>>Canadians must run fake, which is something I don't get,
Pam Anderson is Canadian, just look at a single tit
She's got fake boobs, you have a fake crew,
You don't run with real gangsters, you wear a fake blue<<<

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