diss to this clown named cujo
Story behind the song
u nosy
Lyrics
This dude is isn’t sick idle-threatz polished ya health..
(b)Talking bout how u gon clap fags might as well demolish ya self..(2)
We wanted to battle he don’t swallow so spitraw was the choice..
(b)Listenin to my soundclick just to get off on my voice..(4)
This guys in everybody’s pocket cuz this mark is a nuisance(new cents)..
Hit u with the flow and leave u “barkin” up fluid..(6)
CUJO(b) U really don’t wanna battle im sadisctic with writtens..
You said you’ll die if u lose aint gotta interst in livin..(8)
You’ll get hit with bats…get ripped in stacks…this shits a fact….this niggaz wack…
If I gave u a hot style all this bitch nigga did was pitch it back..(10)
NOW WHAT WE GOT AROUND HERRE IS PUNCHLINES BY THE DOZEN..
IN THIS IKE SHIT SHIT CUJOS THE WIFE IM THE HUSBAND..(!2)
IN OTHER WORDS U MY BITCH…LOOK HERRE STUPID TRICK..
ON YA KNEES SUCK A DICK…ALL FEERZ(FOURS) DO IT QUICK..(14)
HE WANTED TO BE GANGSTA BUT DIDN’T PUT ONE IN HIS MELON..
HE RAPED MICAHEL JACKON AND CALLED HIMSELF A FEL-ON(FEEL ON)..
V-2 Beat change and threatz xplode on rappers... U the south white boy that jus make u wacker... (2) I see u fags I breeze thru raps... Everyone knows ur wack runnin will never be a completed track... (4) Muh fuckas like u I break with bats... I’ll throw a dick at ya nose and make u face da facts... (6) This herb is throwin shiverin punches I erased ya heat... I’ll put a shoe in ya mouth so either way u gonna taste defeat... (8) Dddddddddonnnnt waaaaaanntttttt to gooooooo tooooo wwwaaaaaaarrrrrrr…. Threatz wiiiiiiiiiiilll merk all of you whoreeeeeeeeeeesssssssss… (10) Nigga my pimp juic gets poured in ya eye... The truth was jus stretched a lil more then ya lines... (12) I keep popping these naggers…I keep dropping these naggers… Aint gotta girl so u cock blockin it figgaz..(14) I pack gats now…u gotta afflack sound…. Cujos on the list we gonna clap fags now.. v-3 ayo I don’t support ya’ll quiz aborts ya’ll.. I gotta higher death rate than red sports cars.. Berettas and all dat man im packin em with me.. Leave a nigga with a harder case than agatha Christie.. come on fuck with me im a go hard nigga.. the only sympathy I got for you is Mozart nigga.. Don’t try to screw me cuz im to raw to fuck.. I gotta cut ya fingers off to prove you lost ya touch.. theres no muthafuckin way u can blaze me man.. u throwin more shit in the game then angry fans.. im gon clap back you’ll get back smacked.. or get ya head split open witta black axe.. the only way u win is by randmluck.. and whoeva runs with u should get spammed and fucked.. in the blackness I saw u holdin a atlas.. so I took the axe and twirled u backwards.. and all that happened when I was rappin.. put ya wig so far back u saluted me in past tense.. nigga I shred mics I don’t play fair.. ya lines are played yo wheres the gray hair.. I’ll dropped this nigga in a sweater somewhere in the desert.. So maybe the voters can give u E for effort.. U need to blind us to hurt us im neo dammit.. And u signed up for murder like D.O. Cannon..