K.O.S vs Ministry diss track against Trademark....this a whole crew diss.

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I’m dissin this fag so f*** battle rap, K.O.S missin a cat,/ HAHA trademark only flow when he be pissin his pants rippin yo trash chizzle kickin his ass did it so fast dat his pelvis collapsed,/
I’m da king even elvis couldn’t match berretas clap get ya body filled with lead use your head as a pencil to write/ copy written cuz “trademark” put trademarks on the lyrics he bites/ if not he got a hella lotta crew members dat might/ messin with mics? Muthaf***a go back to da text forum, the way u crew rep’s boring lets set the score and yo u ain’t on it/ ruff rugged crush nuggets like disposed KFC products/ I’m a be honest I see a lotta herbs so its time to start da harvest,/ check da rosters out in K.O.S bunch of pussy ass newbie dats hosted by gay ol’ vets, I drop “napalm” let homie “collect” ya “bones”, wreck ya thrown “scope” da “war” K.O.S never bringin dope/ I’m hurting “bone” like I was arthritis now who da tightest yeh who da tightest without bitin/ sh*** yeh u know who I’m talking bout/ ride or die but muthaf***a get off my cock bi***/ u jock dicks/ how u ever glade when they chopping down da forests/ is ya’ll a Taurus frontin with dat bull f*** skoolin I’m a do college on ya asses I’m “killing krazy” murder by the masses dust to ashes ya’ll pussy whip lashed kid,/ smacked quick,/ gats will bust K.O.S hoes so “skandelouz” and suck “da biggest” dick/ asking beef cappuchyno servin “BIG T” bone stakes/ get yo wig n dome sprayed/ ministry with phat rhymes get u baptized leave you holy, body full of bullet holes, foolish hoes oh sh*** where dem newbies go gotta groupie hoe, skandelouz ridin all a ya’ll mani told me so/ truth manifested, ya crew so wack even mani left it, man its hectic, frontin bout winning so expect the unexpected,/ I wreck sh*** like stepping on manure so I’m running over K.O.S crushin all em foos clapping deuce deuces like applause in tennis matches,/ get ya heads detached kid,/ I’ve seen yo attachments,/ napalm postin pics bout the guys that he attached wit/ yeah trademark I heard ya audios and they wack kid, dissin b-boys, cuz ya’ll never be boys bunch of pussy ass bi***es who duck from my heats noise,/ so please boys, don’t front about any skills ya’ll got none/ napalm “obnoxious” bout where he’s got his lines from/ a bunch loners slash biters claimin that they tighter but its time to spit fire rippin these vaginas dig deeper than a miner expose the core minus all your whining K.O.S ain’t sh*** I ain’t lying/ yeah ya’ll spit but I prefer if ya’ll swallow,/ hollow heads follow gats empty like a bottle murderin ya crew so f*** a solo, kick it like a dojo/ my motto kill ya mojo f*** you too(U2) like I’m raping Bono,/ like gigs in da Apollo you jokers get clapped at/ hookers ain’t made to rap tracks/ just rap lips around da dick and lay on they back flat,/ as flat as ya vital signs mayn u outta time / 9 faggots and a dike mayn its like a gay parade KOS got wrists so I’ll provide da razor blades, slit it up this is da hardest crew diss since 2pac’s hit ‘em up.