Lyrics
first victim on E! is that Nigga John C~
answered a veterinz thread like he could bomb me~
you a ambulance rider homie get real~
yall only waitin on room cause none of yall niggaz is ill~
how absurd for this turd to try and emerge~
when in the top 100 you 97 down from the third~
yo flow spooky but homie i aint Skeered~
you a Jokesta in a killa collesium you heard~
i splurge you like really gettin on my nerves~
leave you at the curb fucked you like Kellz the Perve~
which infirmary you want yo fam to visit first~
Waitin in the Room cause a Random Act occured~
i backz this slur homie you vision is blurred~
check e`ry reply and see Johnni got murdered~
he just a actor ima director of skitz~
Action! then i cut a fraction off this bitch~
archive mine bet you aint seen this script~
everywhere i go i admit i give catz fits~
dont be the 1 to get rip lips-ear to cheek~
i'll bust yo beak-wide open-you geek~
dickless meek---my bitch the street~
yo bitch love my, bitch sweet she payin fo them feat~
touchin the Beat` untuckin the heat` buckin yo fleet~
Sickest Lines?!? yeah right Waitin Room cant compete~
i arm fleets. DotCom defeats~
you know what Shit Is! this is-of which i reek~
fight like Saddam or a froze CD Rom~
Johni Cee yo Harm seen at the end of my Arm~
ya mesmerized and alarmed like every bitch i charmed~
like booga i flick you gone so long--
you - just- lost 1
you unda the gun
skate from yo town as i run back to brooklyn~
i got at this cat Cee-I am back~
ignite a fire in the sire get yo ass cracked~
I'ma spazed Mac on automat murder yo format~
i swore any cat step up getz a tore back~
Johnni Cee go back to that Rock you crawled from~
you might get a shot at gettin some Crumbs~
post yo Fiction-watch yo position~
watch me murder Johnny boy with no conviction~
no restrictions blow yo flow back to the kitchen~
have you wishin to get fire the next time you mixin~
GunnaBoy=Friction slash non-fiction~
Johnni a boy sittin shittin fearin the mission~
have this bitch on the block switchin~
since when he aint adhere and listen~
you invited a wrong 1 wit strong gunz~
wit enuff action you done it wont be fun~
dun you signed to this battle but every son~
and everyone you battled was a tender lung~
i'll bend yo Drumz-then bloody yo gumz~
cause Johnny just a lil bitch wit no direction~
have you Sore wit me like infectionz~
you made the connection~i just taught the lesson...