You called me out, so go first.
I be waiting.

Ive read all your raps,there just plain ridiculous,
id compare them to trash, while mine are magnificent.
Intelligence you lack the skillz to get a deal, "thats for real"
I dont think troubles ever appeared to appeal.
I seen your rhyme posts, YEH you get no respect.
Cause there all dissin TROUBLE on the internet,
Stick to your day job cause you aint good at this
Take away you glocks an bullshit an you aint got shit.
Maybe even go back to grade shool so you can learn
That dumb fucks called trouble will always get burned
so wait your turn, to step to the da chose one,
im cold like sub-zero, you will get frozen son,
cause you the little one, on some shitty gansta raps
Perhaps little T should take a giant step bak,
ill retrak, so now you can go an figure,
YOUR REALLY JUST ANOTHER DIME A DOZEN NIGGER!!!

represent

Holla Bak

Trouble, except it, your rhymes are pittaful.
full of lies, mistakes, you probably pack a waterpistol,
Its time to school ya,
On some facts of life,
only weak pussys
walk with guns an knifes.
cause they cant fist fight
an go round for round.
try to battle the one,
an youll get knocked the fuck down......

Holla bak

My niggaz is comin to get you, ready to rip you,
With intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols,
Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu,
Then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through,
I could verbally diss you or we could get physical,
Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too,
Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners,
I rob niggaz for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders,
Things like hearts and livers,
One and a half million in cash when it's delivered,
Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us,
So you the type that, find violence real frightenin,
Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin,
Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it,
You need to watch who you beef wit,

.. yeah, it ain't no secret,
Talkin that street shit'll get you in some deep shit
All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in thuggonometry,
We all know how to hold the heat properly,
And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property,
Cause niggaz like you get scared, look for loopholes,
Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno,
What happened to them crew of niggaz that you talk about?,
Them crew of niggaz that you never walk without?,
I know what happened; y'all heard about the double-action,
Portable gatling and y'all don't wanna get blasted,
You got me be happy it lasted,
After this battle you gon leave wit ya ass kicked,
If u see the trophy then pass it,
I'll rap you up while I wrap you up in plastic,
I stay unmasked bitch,
Cause all my rhymes be classic,
Waiting for you verse do me a favor and trash it....

FAGGOT ASS BITCH

Ayo if you such a GANGSTA, stick to armed hold ups,
cause youll get smacked up, in ya hood when i roll up
wit a sawn of shotty, intent of homicidal robbery
fuck your lies, cause in da streetz theyll find your body
to take down pistolz, an his whole clik yoall
cause this pussy in his life has never had a flow.
An bitch you tell it wrong, i aint no sinner,
you da nigga to never be able to afford dinner, im the winner....
while i study theorys, thesis, an phychology.
this pathetic nigga studys thuggonometry
do you expect me to believe that fact that you tell,
pistolz iq about 64 so who can really tell.
Keep thuggin it out to your life will end,
or keep sittin on da net livin a life thats pretend.
either way im sick of you an your trigga, GO FIGURE,
"YOUR JUST ANOTHER DIME A DOZEN NIGGA"

IF YOU AINT GONNA COME WIT ANYTHING APART FROM PUTTIN A WHOLE
IN ME WITH YOU GAT, DONT EVEN BOTHER WITH YOALL GANGSTA RYHME,
CAUSE IT IS REALLY WAK

See I hunt bitch niggaz from a distance
Attack with such relentless persistence
If you didnt know I got a criminal mind
That spits nothin but subliminal lines
With cruel intentions behind
Got a mean left hook that will shatter ya spine
Mutha fucka im one of a kind
And you tryin to be Ja Rule carbon copy
But you aint Sean Carter and ya flowz is slopy
So Da Chosen 1 watch how you talk and watch were you walk
Cause this mutha fuckin Trouble is always on the stalk
5 slugz from this gage leave ya body out lined in white chalk
Bitch nigga you got me so hot that im steamin
And you just unleashed my sinister inner demon
Infect ya moms mouth with herpes infested semen
I cant even get my pastor pray for me
Cause i told him i visit that place were satin be
My therapist told me I got a killa mentalitily
So he diagnosed with a split personality
But know i dont know witch side of me is reality
You fuckin with a nigga on the verge of insanity
When they ask me if i murder Da Chosen i pled guilty
Thats why the West Coast aint just dirty its filthy
You pushed now i bushed bacK
Come see this Crip with that blue rag tide around that mac

WEAK ASS MUTHFUCKA, HURRY UP AND REPLY FOR I CAN HIT YOU WITH SOME MOR SHIT

Ayo you betta go pray to your priest or pastor,
cause da chosen one pull a gat much faster
to blast ya dome, no crew, just me alone,
laugh it up then go take some drugs at home.
The only MAC youve ever used, it was a computer
I bet you come back an say " IM GONNA SHOOT YA"
you have criminal mentality, but wheres Originality?
with your raps youll never be on income or salary,
you the kind of gay nigga to run an art gallery
you in TROUBLE for asking a preskooler " Will You Marry Me"
FUCK TROUBLE THEY SHOULD LABEL YOU THE 1-FAGGY-EMCEE

First of all, only bitches attack from a distance,
you a back stabbin cat, with no armed resistance
so sit back an listen, cause PISTOLZ gettin dissed son
This ones for my niggaz who fight without guns
Da chosen 1, just 1 of a kind defendin his ground,
fuck you crew, ill go solo to battle you clowns
so whats this, your infected with herpes, an h i v
Old name pistolz T, new name "THE DISEASED EMCEE"
People like you always get used for doormats,
wiping my feet all over your poor raps, thats a fact
the problem here is i dont think you a demon,
you had your dick in YOUR MOMS throat givin her your semen
touch MY MOMS in this life, shit you must be dreamin,
you a scummy nigga, while my eyes are gleamin
wit pyromaniac tendancies, to burn your body to ash,
more pleasure out of that than robbin some nigga for his cash.
you a lame ass nigga always on tha bus ass nigga
to go get your bummy welfare check ass nigga
ayo im da baddest man here wit a plan
badder than any ARAB from AFGHANISTAN

Chosen 1 you a lil nigga thats tryin to act hard
Murder ya ass and bury ya body in ya moms back yard
Crip nigga thats armed with nuculer warheads
That will burn the flesh off ya fuckin forehaed
See im good at math with two mac's
I add bullets and divide niggaz at there back's
The way i handle dudes is unfortunate
Leave ya body bent up like a fuckin contortionist
There's some niggaz in my hood that will merk you for the right price
You the type of dude that flash ya jewlery but i got heat that will melt ya ice
Spitin so many round from this Pistolz that ya face look like a par of dice
Highly trained with insane military tactic
Got specialized weapons to strech ya body out like elastic
Keep a mean two peace that will have you see illusions
Then finish you off with a left hook that will send ya body into contusions

Muthfucka I do this battle shit all day!
Nigga just throw in tha fucking towl!

AND I THOUGHT U WAS CHOSEN ONE (SHAKING HEAD) ... TISK TISK

TROUBLE YOU THREW IN THA TOWEL THE FIRST TIME YOU KICKED A RHYME,
V I C T O R Y S M I N E. go back to blastin nines

hey chosen one, u spit nigga, i give u props.......i got yo back

Yea he nice quit ridin cat



KING of the STREETS