*Typing*
Yeah, I'll finish that punchline up in just a second co.
*Co-disses
"CMOOOOOOOON I NEED IT NOOOOOOW"
"One more second...ok how does this sound"
Linc Is Like Zelda What Wit The Weapons He Yield/
He'll Beat Me Wit My Own Raps N Use Me As The Shield//"
Co- Better then anything I coulda come up wit
Ya Names Co-Disses Cuz You Partially Own-Ya-Writtens/
Ghost Writtens Don't Count, Left7 Alone-To-Be-Spittin//
Gotta Bone To Be Pickin, This Lame Carcus Ain't Shittin/
Thought I Felt A Rain Drop, No, It's This Bitch And He's Spittin// (oh great)
He's Stupid, His Idea Of Battles Is Wit Axes/
Yer Not On My Map No Yer Not On My Atlas//
Cuz This KO Gonna Send His Ass Packin Like Afghanistans/
I Seen You, A Manican, Of An American Thinkin He's Spittin Lyrics-And//
I Heard Yer Battle Against Pimp-44, Sayin Thatchu Grip-Forty-Fours/
The Reason Yer Broke On The Mic Is Cuz Yer Aready-Poor//
You Say You Enjoi 'Football' So I'll Kick'em-In-The-Nuts/
Ripped Like Wet Tissues? No Tissues Ripped-Like-A-Sluts// (haha)
From The Finest Butts, Fuckin Dissin N Fuck Ya Co/
Hip Hops Sayin Fuck Industry, Wait, You Didn't Know?//
You Dumb Fuck, You Must Think You Have Skills Er Some-Luck/
Fuckin Wit Linc Is Jus Askin To Get Yerself Bum-Rushed//
I've Heard Yer Writtens, They Suck, Can You Free Tho?/
He Posted Up Sayin People Got His Name Wrong It's C-O//
And That Goes To Show Ya Fame, If People Not Knowin Ya Name/
Fuck It I'll Be Blowin Ya Brains Wit A Pistol Like Ho's-In-The-Game//
After I Drop You Not Even Gonna Wanna Speak/
Co-Disses, looket the havoc when I can Free//
The Rest is freestyle.
