id hate to diss my crew but this is diff/
cuz like wats inside his notebook his studio is a waste of equipment/
him and bitch are equivilent to each other/
he has so many aliases im startin to think him and trigga are brothers/
who like me can spit it/
and if rage says he can he'll grow a pinochio nose long enuff to fuck gippeto ass wit it/
u aint on my level we aint on the same page/
cant do it like me u cant even be on the same stage/
it must be sum kinda phase/
he a homo...he be pissin faggots off on purpose so they can be in rage(enraged)/
but thats a lie he says/
he likes gunplay...well imma get a gun made by nokia and make rage ngage/
cuz my nine is a "plague" that'll take out half his state wit one graze of my finger on the trigga that sprays/
dissapear his fuckin face....make him find god and have his dead homies welcome him back like mase/
im crazy and have local ties/
shove him back in a testtube and makes his ass see things out of kyoko's eyes/
u battlin me plz/
i feel disrespected that they put me against a backup singer for 98 degrees/
u aint hardcore dukes/
u went from writing rap lyrics to havin william hung write rnb shit for you/
imma stop b4 my voice gets hoarse/
if u dont beat me die said hes kickin u out the force aahahahaha/
