Lyrics
When you and me spit, you could hear the differences,
Nigga some straight shit, you should fear this lyricist,
Tryna act all smug, and come at me sideways,
Pussy you ain’t a thug, I seen you on myspace,
Come with your wits slick, so quick to delaying,
When the burner get called for, I’m quick to displaying,
I’m straight sick of these pricks, ain’t who they claimin,
Bitches talk shit on a diss, then they say they was playin,
You gon’ try to diss me back, then respect me later,
The nerve of this coward cat, you a regretful hater,
You spit your diss and proceeding to hear mine,
But I ain’t gon’ say shit bout your receding hairline,
I hear your punches, and the flow that you givin em,
Your delivery should be better, it’s a ten dollar minimum,
Yeah I got chink jokes, that’s my intent in it,
I free’d this whole verse, it was ready in TEN MINIT!
KEEP UP WIT ME!!!
Chinaman
You could win this 3-0, if that’s what they think,
As long as he know, I’ll send him back to Beijing,
Look at the boy eyes, this dude is worth it,
Kriptik mean hard to see, so that suits you perfect!
You listen and you believe it’s a serious plan,
Cuz like your sig, E-BEEF is serious man!
I’ma make dude say, “I hate that you ruined me!”
Krip ain’t hood, he live in a Gated community,
If you hear shells coming have a hunch I sent em,
Get a red dot on you like your country’s emblem,
If that don’t take your life, I ain’t gon’ stop this,
Fuck pullin out a knife, I’m drawing some chopsticks,
I know you thinking, Bravo why demean us?
We got carryouts and also the best dry cleaners,
It ain’t really personal dude,
It’s that hearin you rap makes me fuckin sick worse than your food!
