Diss gainst these two punks who like to get under my skin and crack jokes, well we'll see who gets the last laugh........enjoy bi***es! hahahahaha
Description? ok, a White boy from Detroit, tryin to make it big in rappin, that enough of a discription for yall
Yo, wassup, my name B-Ware, aka Genisus, and if i get any other nicknames then ill post em.
Lyrics
While droppin, theres one thing both ya'll got in common /
ya'll both suck more "Dick than Robbin", slobbin knobs in /
Gothem, ya'll gettin bombed quick, like how Sadam did /
when peeps in Iraq had more "Crips and Blood" than Compton /
only way ima stop is, if ya'll break my jaw in /
three different places, or till my, jaw breaks off and /
falls in my lap, but dawg, thats not poppin /
cuz all ya'll can break are condoms, on your cocks when /
ya'll start your male bondin, grabbin, fondlin /
jammin your johnsons into each others bottoms and /
usin your tonsils when, playin "hockey" wit Slap Stick /
slappin dicks, scorin each other, performin "Hat Tricks" /
ya faggots sick and rappin is not what ya talent is /
so keep practicin kids or vanish like magic tricks /
the fact is this, your combined verses are's worthless /
as goin to Alaska, searchin for waves for surfin /
im sure when, ya'll post the turds that ya'll call verses /
i'll burn em like "Cremations", serviced in "Churches" /
only tight shit ya'll drop, 90 percent of it's purchased /
from merchants, who ripped the shit from this German /
Polak, ya'll dont want, beef that ya'll cant chew /
and like chefs whippin potatoes, i'll fuckin mash you /
drag you in a backroom and gag you with the bag you /
kept the raps you bought in, but realized ya cant spew /
the same shit i do, when ya tried, ya fuckin choked /
cuz my rhymes so fat, they got stuck in your throat /
fuck what ya wrote, and quit sayin, "Im Gunna Blast Ya!" /
cuz the only "Desert Eagle" ya gots is flyin in "Nevada" /
go on, spit some shit sicker than what i been spittin /
but for yall, when shit hits the fan it sticks to the ceiling /
your rhymes? no ones feeling, so just quit your bitchin /
cuz beatin me's like chasin "Hawk's", an "Impossible Mission" /
