Incomplete collaboration with Fochin, dissing that bitch Juggaflow. Will be replaced with full version ASAP. Beat: Hail Mary- Tupac. Produced and mixed by Krayzee Kracka & Fochin. Demo released: April 27th, 2003.
A young emcee who has a way with words who's ill enough to rearrange your own damn rhymes and spit 'em back at ya! Crazy hot!
If you're looking for something a little different or for an unorthadox emcee with the tighest beats, the sickest flow and everything else to go with it... you've come to the right place.
Story behind the song
I heard Juggaflow with a weak diss at Eminem and 50. I've put the bitch in his place and if he wants beef, it's on for life.
Lyrics
Makaveli, Rest In Peace
Juggaflow, too much Bacardi in his body,
Mouth like a twelve gauge shotty
Feel me!
Come get me
If you mutha fucka's want Krayzee
If Pac was here now
He would never ride wit ya
Na Na Na Na Na Na
I aint a killa, but don't push
Juggaflow the biggest faggot ass mutha fuckin pussy
A possibility that he got a fuckin' fanny
That kat so immature that he probably hire a nanny
No right to diss 50 and that cracka Eminem
Some corny ass names like 50 cents and Feminem
Well I've come up wit an aka for you and your crew
Juggahoe and Gigolos, will that fuckin' do?
This lyrical assault hits your dome like a hollow
Just try to anticipate what the fuckin' hell will follow
Scum of your race, whatever colour you may be
And I got a funny feelin' that you're white like me
Aint never held a gun never mind bust a slug
You know where this cracka be, you can find me in tha club
You can look me in the eye and tell me ICP
are better than Eminem and that nigga 50?
You say Marshall can't rap, but neither can you
More like a story tape, Juggaflow FUCK YOU!
You one of them crazy kids, bringing disgrace to rap
Claimin you hold it down, listenin' to some crap
Cos that's what ICP, the cunts, tend to be,
Ranting and raving, they got nothin on me
I'll take em in the charts and I'll take em on the street
You can join in and you can get your ass beat
You gained a fuckin hater when you wrote that shit
You should of rapped it to, but you don't know how to spit
You squeek down the mic, in that feminine voice
You creepin' wit a 'Lac while I'm cruisin' in tha Royce
Let's go on one in lyrical conflict
I'm armed 'n' dangerous, future convict
Nothing can save you from this lyrical maiming
I'm tha don, here the crowds exclaiming
Look at me
P Dubbz teamin' wit Krayzee
If Pac was here now
He would never ride wit ya
Na na na na na na na na
