Lyrics
Undertaker
aiyyo never diss my crew cuz this styles what ya feelin
in addition to ecstasy addiction without no drug dealin
lure ya wit the bait cuz these hooksll send ya reelin
im the one droppin lines and rhymes but youre the one whos kneelin
try and act gangsta but you aint never been grimey
wanna fuck me up nigga? well why dont ya try & find me
you think actin gangsta is when nelly did it with kelly
but the only action you seen is comin out ya moms belly
my boy already roasted ass so dont respond to me
cuz how you spit is how i shit... with a lotta difficulty
youre the wackest MC ive ever heard on spit on a mic
so... shut the fuck up... pack your shit up...
go back to jr. high... and try out for amateur night
aiyyo... this aint even no shit... lemme just break it down for you you little punk bitch...
tisk tisk rektro lisk wanna bitch takin shots but you miss
cuz you takin a risk of endin up in a ditch
but dont let this little diss make you piss
just sit and kiss my dick, little miss
cuz you aint nothin but a bitch
Makavelli
Listen up, nigga, Bow-Down/ You don¡¯t even got the flow of Lil Bow-Wow/
Beef cuz you sound just like how a cow-sound/
Moo Moo Nigga/ Everybody punk on you nigga/
I finished you but you ain¡¯t through nigga/ maybe when you bigga/
And you grown-a-bit/ Come back when you can say you even own-a-dick/
And you got some phat rhymes of your own-to-spit/
This little kid I belittle can¡¯t even spit his own spittle/
Actin up so I gotta give him Ritalin-pills/
No match for me with his piddlin-skills/
Stop talking shit nigga step-in-the-ring/
I ain¡¯t scared, I know you got no weapon-to-bring/
Can¡¯t match my bark, I dare this kid to trigga-my-bite/
You¡¯ll beat me the day that every thug nigga-is-white/
For your own safety, you should keep it lyrical/
Or start waitin for a miracle/ yo threats got me hysterical/
Say what you say/ but start screamin May Day/
My words more dangerous than you wit an AK/
If you wanna scrap, you don¡¯t stand a chance/
I drop you fasta than you drop yo daddy¡¯s pants/
When it comes to rappin you just wish you could but can¡¯t/
This is real life, this ain¡¯t fuckin Counterstrike/
Video games don¡¯t make a nigga down-to-fight/
I don¡¯t like to beat kids but, if you come around-I-might/
I¡¯ll fuckin kill you, oh wait where have I been/
This kid can¡¯t come get me unless his mommy drive him/