Diss to Mazzive Terror of OTR, done pretty quickly compared to normal. He responded a few months later, hence the re-diss below.
Listen to my tracks for great porn
Young white English rapper, living in a small town in the country. I'm sure I'm representing the real Gs who hold shit down in some way.
Lyrics
Mazzive Terror made a Mazzive Error calling me out
Make another verse and what the hell's it talking about?
With non-disses and friends talking much shit it's
Not a battle it's a test, who can say "you suck" quickest
Suck dicks to get votes, cum must help your voice
Some skits help folks, guess it was a healthy choice
I talk clever noise while you spoke a din
I'm the end of boys like you, Hague'd get more votes to win
You can mess with me, but not this century
You couldn't spit hot shit if you fucked up your body chemistry
My league is like pussy, bitch you're not in it
Now get off my back like Wes did off Bizkit
Call me Cardiac Arrest cos I attack with Heart
Rap's an art, and you spoil it, go and sing at a shark
Then at least you can satisfy someone, cos heads and girls think you're wack
Both on the mic and in the sack
Thinking back, have you fallen off? Cos you seem to have started shit
Can't diss my rap expecting not to be a part of it
Drop a harder diss of pure lyrical shit and you'll win it you bitch
Or you're wrists'll get slit
Cos you can't handle losing
Saw Epick vote for NinjaMic, not thinking right so you go and go boozing
Call me a fag for choosing to cast my vote
Away from you, now pay your dues and let me blast your throat
I'll shrink and kill you from inside, GET YOU LIVING IN TERROR
You might drop a nice battle boy but this shit is better
You seem to forget you have friends' raps
But I love alone, cultivate my skills at home, get on the bench chaps
I can't lace a track with skits, but I can rap this shit
And that is it, that's what matters in a battle(tit)
So lets see your rap skills, not your damn production
No-one to say "this cat's ill, get on his nuts and suck 'em"
Heavyweight shit, you and me, in a ring
The crowd's jeering and cheering, and I know you're fearing I'll win
If I recorded on the pull it's clear that I'm in
While you just sit at the bar drinking beer after gin
