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Two Brothers, Rapping, cuz we can
Sup, peepz, This is where Dizno and Demac tracks are gonna be, WE are out of texas, Demac is the star i'm just backing him Aiight.
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Lyrics
(beat opens)
I jus spitten you can keep all yo prewrittens/
I'm taking over this shit, all you peons good riddens/
I'm finna make a comeback with the vengence of a GOD/
That'll start with the onslaught with every division of yo squad/
Why you acting hard, you ain't never had a Gun/
if you do they full of blanks, thats why you ain't never had a son/
The only AK you hold are the initials of yo state/
The only red dot you busted were the pimples of yo face/
Nigga if you got bullets then pull it and slang 'em to my head/
if you a gangsta then bangem till i'm dead/
I will bitch slap you infront of yo mama, and slap the bitch too just to up the drama/
If you believe in karma , i'm a show you the truth/
have you hanging by yo arms inside of the booth/
Diz is uncooth, turn niggas more yella than ya tooth/
I can spit two lines thats more betta than ya group/
See me down the street flossing mo metal than ya coup/
Tell you fuck you through the letters in yo soup/
All this fly shit and you still think you can touch me/
Only when i act nutz is a time you can bust me/
This a one time exclusiv, diz gets to be abusive/
my words are intrusive, get you acting elusive/
Go run to yo moms and crew to sooth yo ego/
you lose to evil, yo lyrics are viewed as fecal/
I don't plan to die young, cuz my evil is lethal/
I plan to die old and on fiyah like my nigga smiegal/
All those lie you throw online ought to be thrown in the crapper/
look you right i ain't good, you just Rap Whackker/
beat change
Its another killer track and i know you feelin that/
everytime i kill a track, there is no gettin back/
Whuts iller than that, the kid back/
infact you fags can really kiss my sack/
Diz muthafucka, believe the hype is right/
Everytime i touch a mic, is like a lightening strike/
I ensite my dislike, cuz death is whut i bring/
Yo punches are weak, you breath is all that stings/
No that, i'm wearing you out like throwback/
i'm back to slap yo trap until yo back co-lapse/
you coming at me like this dude was through/
The track you said killed me was you plus two/
I know younot very fast, so lets to the math/
Thats 3 against 1, and you call yoself bad/
I know my production ain't shit, that shit is old news/
But why on every site you gotta make yoself a crew/
Can't you rap by yoself can't you hold yo own
Do you have to bring Reesun when you hold the phone/
Do you have to get on the mic and sound like bubbas clone/
Do i have to beat you like yo father inside yo home/
You call me out in a battle actually thinking you gonna win/
Bitch i ain't leaving till you dead, this ain't never gonna end/
If the Good die young why the fuck you alive/
The only time you shot when you bust in yo eye/
Why you gotta lie about yo life online just to enertain people who don't like yo lines/
Press rewind review the records of the war/
I already killed, your the one who wanted more/
Throwing my name out actually thinking you gonna score/
I heard better verses from mase and he's a bore/
Take a jump back, yo music, who gon bump that/
who wanna hear another fucking wigga on crack/
Who gives a fuck about production, its all about rap/
I don't wanna hear yo verse if its all about gats/
You need to face facts everything you talk about whack/
jus be real with yo self you ain't never killed jack/
I was able to predict every word you said/
You all on my fat more than jeeny craig/
How you a thug when you a kid at heart/
You not even the shit, you a skid and mark/
