It's to the Epping kids Young Onez crew and all.. click for the lyrics right above this
yo we just rippin it on the mic dont hate we just starting aight
Lyrics
verse 1:
my beats are tight man
so lets make this right man
not trying to start a fight man
but you getin fukked up tonight man
you wont even see like your all fukked up of the night train
all that weed in system got you coughlin more than you like man
but its stoppin you your to ignorant
are you listenin to my words man you better pay attention
cuz you got okay rhymes but a bettah flow
and if could you combine them then your all set to go
and zach listenin to ur diss i could tell u was a rookie
but its not easy for someone who looks like a malano cookie
but thats okay man ur moms sitll hott
it doesnt matter ill fuck her in the ass or in the twat
and wat the hell is this Chase shit you be talking about
its okay if ur not smart enough for Epping and got kicked out
it must be hard living wen ur poor hows ur situation
and tell ur other friend that he need to go back to his own nation
and stop talkin shit cause i dont really wanna get involved
wats this kinda gang young onez wat eva the fukk its called
chorus:
y u in my spot
thinkin that uz hott
you better think not
you better get off my block
you aint got shit
you cant handle my diss
everyone one you faggets are a scared little bitch
second verse:
yo but on the real we came up wit a deal
ill drive u to the rec and our relationship would heel
no more bumps and bruises no more fighting
you wanted to battle so im sick of all this hiding
my lyrics and my style cant be overtakken
ur over acting dissin the style that im creatin
im takin over your mistakin if u you hatin
im right on with the lyrics theres no contiplatin
do u even know ur dad, you probably dont im bettin
i would be surprised if ur dad lived in heddin
its funny too, how you think ur a balla
wen ur jv coach needs a player on the bench he doesnt call yah
life isnt about gettin high and drinkin
as you grow up youll see that your life is quickly sinking
wat are you gunna do, sell crack on the corners
ull just end up in jail like all the other stoners
all ur gunna get is sluts and hookers somehow
wait a minute isnt that wat ur gettin now
wats up with all these names squablble karajuss and clepto
just for those names u should be chocked by ur neck yo
super negro, why you got so many names
u probably cant pick one bc that decision is to hard for ur brain
and dr suess,ur rhymes are for kids little man
go be my little slave and get me some green eggs and ham
dj chronic you aint no real dj
you prolly messed up the words, its suppose to be bj
shorty prolly gave u that name wen you guys were drunk
sayin oh give me a bj chronic lets sleep in the same bunk
dj chronic isnt it ironic you live in nh and talk ebonic
wen u relaly cant handle the gin and tonic
