Fit AKA Illadell Diss
Lyrics
Ima spit it n rip it hit it wit it u get it
Mr. fit is a menace that dies quick when im livin,
Sparkin the dark n markin death as im talkin,
cover this 'dog' with chalk n he doin nuthin but 'barkin',
killa wit scripts, 'pour' it like im 'Spillin' the shit,
u willin to quit, people know im illa than fit,
your still on ma dick, You a lil nigga,
like bow wow, guns pow pow n u killed nigga, get down
Its my crown, you new to this n gay as fuck,
Im thru with this 'bitch', kinda like we're breakin up,
In this 'circle' u bent n dented im the rap 'center',
Throwin 'Fits' 'out' at random like i got a bad 'temper'.
look back at it practice it im laughin u whack at it,
Im strappin the gats n u just lackin while rappin it,
u betta get active, the real vets are here,
We rep like the best so nigga get this clear,
if you ever wanna rise, or rise back, wassup,
nigga tries n tries n meets demise from my track,
I got a leg on a fit, n now he beggin to 'trip',
shit why, wait you 'fell off', like the edge of a 'cliff',
you been losin n losin wack battles we provin,
the Aces stand high n always room for a new win,
Im rippin this guy, after reapin his loss,
n then i spit on the sky, like i was beefin wit 'gods',
Your speakin is off, Nah, neva rip,
Fo'eva trip, small as a bitch, ur shit NEVER 'FITs',
Im ready to whip raps fam grievin this bitch,
N Im makin 'Fit' 'fat' because im 'feedin' him 'fists', UH