You been shatted on
hmmm...
read this thread...
it intrigued me quite a bit...
inspired me, if you will...
Biggz you stepped out, and wanna cross who? //
Yall two are just emcees I outshined, but lost to//
Yall should have called us out alone, that’s what I hoped you would do//
Cuz since it’s both of yall, you’ll lose a vote from your crew//
Which means you get three automatic, but that’s not much//
This shit is all on Biggz, and how fucking wacc he busts//
Cuz I can handle D, and tadou is dope, too//
And when Biggz drops wacc, we all know how the votes do//
I never drop wacc, and all your crew respects what spit//
And as long as I’m here, yall will be riding second to this//
I drop executive shit; you’re taking consecutive hits//
Opponents getting served, who is the next that I’ll diss? //
It doesn’t matter who I battle; I rip emcees to shreds//
You should get fatal and then just kick at ME instead//
Cuz I don’t need a friend to rip a bunch of faggots//
When you read a post I dropped, I feel you jumping backwards//
For real I’m dumping magnums out these two lips of mine//
I’m just inclined, to come raw and rip your rhymes//
Don’t trip cuz I’m, the only real threat to your crew//
You should be happy for me that I’m so much better than you//
I’m of a veteran brood, I get respect from you foo’s//
Yall got 5 members and none of yall could rep like I do//
I’m an entity, a prophet of death that seeks the war zone//
The venom I spit enters through pores and seeps through your bones//
I’m coming off the bat like when a baseball travels//
If tadou didn’t drop I’d still take this battle//
I flow bolder, than any of your foal’s soldiers//
And yet it goes onto, the fact I grow stronger//
While you weaklings will lose and gimme the cold shoulder//
But I smoke blunts in the street, I’m used to the cold//
I’ll shoot through the Bone, with double glocks to prove how ruthless I flow//
I’m brutal to clones who want to possess what I got//
You use other cat’s lines and expect me to respect what you drop? //
Please, yall try to play my style to a T//
I see Biggz aint himself, just an emcee he’s trying to be//
Ever since I came, you’ve switched your style and started rhyming like me//
I’m dropping nice on the scene, rhyme after rhyme I come clean//
I straight light up emcees, looking radioactive and shit//
Yall come wacc when you spit, you’re just some average kids//
I wouldn’t be surprised if your whole crew came back at this diss//
And if they did, it’d be a six-pack that I’d sip, after I pull back on their lids//
Will you respond whenever you face this rhyme? //
Let us know if you won’t so tadou can save his time//
Cuz I know this will have you shook, yall gon’ play the herb//
You’ll just stay away awhile, and just not say a word//
You’ll duck this diss; I know it dropped your jaws//
You won’t want to return in hopes you’ll dodge a loss//
.::splash::.