o.k.- you`re my BITCH...in every part of hell/all out smurf meet A-WAX GARGAMEL../everywhere you go....know you still a hoe/back on earth he was he was a punk i use to steal his dough../it was cool then so i want his water now..../still cool so i got a friend i got a pal/ got a BITCH in hell,call her smurfette/only wear blue give her water to a turf vet/
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FUCKAN wit SMuRF is like catchen another sentance WAX...Ill send you back to tossin salad wit no jelly, straight ASS-CRACKS...While you up there babblen some shit about taken SMuRFettes water...Its coo you can have the old bitch, im daten her duaghter...Ima SAV like that, sumthin you know nothin about...You'a RAT & its fact, serven for murda?, we all know how early they let you out...Go back to suckan woodies dick bitch, you aint got a turf to be a vet on...Get your wet on, seen A-WAX gettin his nails done at the queer owned hair salon...This nigga wanna be the next model for revlon...On his knees posen, showin em exactly how deep ya throat is, -he swallowed the whole ba-ton...I aint with all that lime light glamour shit & daisys perfume on ya asshole...Im seasoned inda streets bitch, & things that go boom i gotta handfull...What u thought you would come back Diss All Out HOGG...I'll take you to the swamplands & marshes, have WAX's body floating all out the bog...
Sumthin quick...Keep it going
Sumthin quick...Keep it going
I PUT YOUR MOUTH "ONDA EDGE OF A CURB" you BITCH!/BOOT YOU IN THA BACK OF YOUR HEAD..ACT DEAD/IF YOU STILL BREATHIN`...JUST FOR TALKIN` THAT SHIT/I BOUGHT A NEW PIT PUPPY...YOU SOFT LIKE HIS SHIT/...YOU KIND OF SLOW SO YOU MIGHT-NOT-GET-THIS/..DONT-SAY-SMURF-AT-A-SICKNESS PICNICK!/..DONT-SAY-SMURF NOWHERE `ROUND ME/I DONE SMOTHA`D OVER less BOY dont CLOWN ME/..TOOK YOU 4 MONTHS TO WRITE THAT VERSE/...44 BLUNTS TO WRITE THAT VERSE/AND you WACK as EVER....I ADVISE YOU TAKE it BACK you BETTER/IF YOU DON`T WANT NO FUNK...:dead:
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The only THINGTHATYOUDOINAT4INDAMOURNING is jacken off...The only reason i ain't fuck you yet is cuase my dick was soft...Im not too into the prison style lick'a asshole for'a while...I bite bitches hard like'a crock-a-dile, so see me smile...I'll be gritten my teeth like your pit onda leesh...Ready to eat some a-wax meet, U safer swimming tied to'a block'a concrete...
Bitch don't think cuase you graduated from huggies you'a big kid now...You outdated & wack, wasn't even an era you were dope, get off stage & don't take a bow
Bitch don't think cuase you graduated from huggies you'a big kid now...You outdated & wack, wasn't even an era you were dope, get off stage & don't take a bow
you as WACK as your CHOICE OF WORDZ/..as he read my last verse off tha BOY WAS SCURRED/..so he openly admits he BITES BITCHEZ/..this is how you challenge vets? this is how you WRITE VICIOUS?/PLEASE!..if we was in tha pen i`d be PUFFIN` SOME TREEZ/..you`d be in a blind spot STUCK ON YA KNEEZ/..i`d BE MAKIN` HITS IN THA STUDIO/..you`d BE TAKIN` DICKS IN YA BOOTYHOLE/..thats why you neva did no dirt when you was YOUNGER/..you ain`t real plus you dont possess this HUNGER!/
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Out of 4 A-WAX cds YOU had 1 good song...Need a new occupation? YOU can mow my lawn...End of A-WAX-DAYZ, now its SMuRF FASE...[aMAYZed?] Only culture feels your music is GAYZ...I'll disect you from neck to chest, thought it was clear YOU AINT NO VET...I AINT READY YET? how you strike fear YOU CANT BANG WITH NO SET...You could hire a hooker & fuck all day, still won't cum as raw-as-me...I'll beat this mut, cut him up the wrong way, send em inda mail, pawz-&-meat...Piece by piece, I melt wax cats till theres no more heat...Cease the beaf, I'll smash this rat inda street till he has no more teeth...
BTW...The reason noone saying anything ISN'T cuase your winning...Catch the hint
BTW...The reason noone saying anything ISN'T cuase your winning...Catch the hint
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LOL...OKAY
DO U EVEN READ WHAT U WRITE?
I listen to your music, i know you can come alot doper...Most them lyrics you JUST dropped was straight shit...
U GETTIN ATE UP BAD...
GO GETT UR GUN??? WHY I NEED ONE, WAX DON'T HAVE ONE...HE AINT CONNECTED OR RESPECTED, Braggin about dirt he AIN'T DONE...I grew up biten the bullet, lay you'to sleep with tullups...Your pitifull like fat kids who can't do'a single pull up...I bruise lifes & take bodies...You'a rugrat barely know how to go potty...I'll spit sick shit till saliva no longer drips my lips...You swallow dicks tips while RIDAZ smash your face in BITCH...
DO U EVEN READ WHAT U WRITE?
I listen to your music, i know you can come alot doper...Most them lyrics you JUST dropped was straight shit...
U GETTIN ATE UP BAD...
GO GETT UR GUN??? WHY I NEED ONE, WAX DON'T HAVE ONE...HE AINT CONNECTED OR RESPECTED, Braggin about dirt he AIN'T DONE...I grew up biten the bullet, lay you'to sleep with tullups...Your pitifull like fat kids who can't do'a single pull up...I bruise lifes & take bodies...You'a rugrat barely know how to go potty...I'll spit sick shit till saliva no longer drips my lips...You swallow dicks tips while RIDAZ smash your face in BITCH...
