Lyrics
Now the more I listen to this kid, the more I hate his style, he can’t rap, his freestyles sound written and he sounds slow, he must be smoking too much weed, he probably thinks he’s rapping like Twista.
Verse
Diss me then I’ma diss you back Ian E, but best believe I’ma diss you back twice as bad,
Like Guru I’ma lay you out right where you stand,
Back flipping, handstands, in past time’s and sands,
Causing earthquakes, shooting stars, and big bangs, (BOOM!)
Watch out, or get pranged, cause I’m the main man in a 100 mile radius of your town,
So turn it down or turn it off,
Your soft, I’ll run you off your course,
And of course, you must be cool cause you smoke an ounce of weed a day,
(Enhale)
Shut it you fool, go back to school, and learn to flow right, rhyme tight with punch lines that blind opponents eyes like a roll of a dice,
But I admit you do have a tiny bit of skill on a mic, sike! (SIKE!)
You sound like a butch dyke with four eyes,
Is it a surprise,
Someone who you thought was down with you spittin lyrical clips at your site so you demise,
Vanish,
Or get banished to eternal rap lessons,
You really think if you respond back that Kit’ll be stressing?
Feed me a line and I’ll eat it, but won’t believe it, your probably diss me but keep our beef secret,
I’ll prop you up like you’re in Pop Idol, then shoot you down when you step in the cipher,
No recital, (NO WAY!)
I’ll overwrite you and fight you,
Lyrically or physically,
I won’t lie; I don’t fucking like you,
Your styles safe cause I won’t fucking bite you, (NAH!)
Best run for cover when beam-fucking site’s you,
Calling peeps faggots when small dicks excite you, (OOOO!)
Callin peeps prick’s when I’m the thorn behind you,
I’ll turn you into a wound with one line from my mind,
Front or back, or side-to-side, I don’t mind,
Either way your gunna die,
And what’s this shit about stabbing Simply D? (HAHA!)
Ian E this is sound click not MTV,
You won’t get news coverage, not like you have the courage anyway,
To stab people, or spray an AK, anyway,
I think this rhyme is over, I’ve said what I want to say,
But remember, next time you buy weed Ian, I’m gunna be hiding in the bag it comes in with a knife…
