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DARE ME TO SPIT MA sh***
FREESTYLED DISS FOR A MWA WANNABE BIGG NIKK
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PERSONAL BEEF
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dared to write dared to fight
imma rhyme it tight spit it right
i just dnt use ma pen to write
i f***ing use it to fight and tonight
i use it to pen down ma lyrics
knock down ma critics
fake wannabe artists faking statistics
afraid of the realistic they sick
sufffering already now suffering me
mood so sadistic lives getting magnetic
death metallic this is it u f***ers dared me to spit
unable to bear ma sh*** u still fear to admit it
courage is useless if u fake it
yo lies wasted ain't worth shit
imma take it and return it
to whoever responsible for making it
the icebergs of hardships breaking relationships likewise ma fists/
reduce yo bones to bits crack and ya skull to wrap yo head around this diss/
you insane coz u inflict pain in ma stomach um laughin ma ass off at yo spit/
so stop spitting sh*** coz if i need n e outta you imma squeeze yo head fo it/
a blunder to enter a battle ya born to lose expect no flag o truce as i plunder u/
like them germans did to the jews makin sure yo life is screwed till it's through/
wish you were like Christ so tht you cud be ressurected back to life/
so tht i cud fight u every day and night and put u to death in every fight/
i spit wrds that trap you like bad habits into traps from which you can never get out/
hitting u back evertime u kick yo way out of it and before u know it,it's already knocked u out/
them obesity of yo ass outclass da population density nationally/
u chalengin me is like streaker runnin into humility for publicity/
yo brains goin inactive unable to create n e thing i further rape yo fate/
even tho yo life find death suductive i let u live coz even caskets cannot hold yo weight/
yo mind pimped like a whore to boredom all f***ed up thoughts jammed up/
you end up wid a pose like tagore all screwed up yuck it makes me throw up/
suck ma dick like u suck at rap so tht something cud grow in u,till um fed up/
imma rhyme it tight spit it right
i just dnt use ma pen to write
i f***ing use it to fight and tonight
i use it to pen down ma lyrics
knock down ma critics
fake wannabe artists faking statistics
afraid of the realistic they sick
sufffering already now suffering me
mood so sadistic lives getting magnetic
death metallic this is it u f***ers dared me to spit
unable to bear ma sh*** u still fear to admit it
courage is useless if u fake it
yo lies wasted ain't worth shit
imma take it and return it
to whoever responsible for making it
the icebergs of hardships breaking relationships likewise ma fists/
reduce yo bones to bits crack and ya skull to wrap yo head around this diss/
you insane coz u inflict pain in ma stomach um laughin ma ass off at yo spit/
so stop spitting sh*** coz if i need n e outta you imma squeeze yo head fo it/
a blunder to enter a battle ya born to lose expect no flag o truce as i plunder u/
like them germans did to the jews makin sure yo life is screwed till it's through/
wish you were like Christ so tht you cud be ressurected back to life/
so tht i cud fight u every day and night and put u to death in every fight/
i spit wrds that trap you like bad habits into traps from which you can never get out/
hitting u back evertime u kick yo way out of it and before u know it,it's already knocked u out/
them obesity of yo ass outclass da population density nationally/
u chalengin me is like streaker runnin into humility for publicity/
yo brains goin inactive unable to create n e thing i further rape yo fate/
even tho yo life find death suductive i let u live coz even caskets cannot hold yo weight/
yo mind pimped like a whore to boredom all f***ed up thoughts jammed up/
you end up wid a pose like tagore all screwed up yuck it makes me throw up/
suck ma dick like u suck at rap so tht something cud grow in u,till um fed up/

