I f***in killed these 2 faggots.
sean
Story behind the song
They were da first to diss me on wax (everybody else just talked shit, no steppin) so I got em.
http://www.soundclick.com/bloodset is their Soundclick so listen to their "Diss" track and honestly, tell me I killed them. Cuz after that Nelly diss, people though I was soft..proved y'all fuckas wrong.
Oh and just for the record, I have nothin against white people or St. Louis
Lyrics
(Sample from Nelly diss)
Got big gunz, exit wound will be da size of The Arch in St. Louie
OK
They dissed me first
Young C not on this one
Cuz I could take y'all both out by myself
Y'all that easy
Look,
Everybody walkin, talkin tough thinkin that they a soldier
Till they head get crack like cocain and bakin soda
I'll have doctors wrappin you in bandages like mummification
Cross my path, your life will get shorten like an abbreviation
Fuckin white boys claimin St Louie, but they really from Beverly Hills
Glock 9, I'll put da metal in your mouth like Nelly's grillz
Think y'all spit hot, dissin Sean, homie watch da glock pop
I'll split ya fuckin wig like barbershop spot
I'm like a body piecing, put a hole in ya body
Think y'all some gangstas, y'all full of shit like port-a-potties
I eat rappers, got da munchies, emcees get stretched out like scruncies
When it comes to rap, I stay hungry like kids in third world countries
Ado and JR - I think they da first ever rappers thats gay
Blue eyed crackers throwin they set up reppin KKK
Dissin me on wax? Homie that was a bad decision
Y'all not on my level, can't see me like bad vision
Your flow is off beat, your rhymes is trash
And like thong underwear, I could see y'all ass
Wack rhymes, why y'all think y'all could R.A.P.?
Y'all jus some white boys who watch too much B.E.T.
Think y'all some thugs? I think your head is missin a few screws
I know theres real gangstas in St. Louie and they needa pop these 2 fools
Fuck it, I'll do it myself, I got guns, bullets are da size of hippo's
Y'all wanna be gangstas, I'll make you Crips, leave both ya legs crippled
Da kid spit sick, y'all mutha fuckas better know that for a fact
I pop da pistol, throw bullets like Mac Bulger, St. Louis Rams quarterback
Fuck it, y'all rhymes so corny I thought u was actually tryna be wack
Y'all ain't no gangstas, y'all front hard, just white boys tryna be black