Lyrics
quick grab tha prozac, who let tha brainiac, out for me to attack, ur an aesop rock knock off, all tha e-pussy musta blew ur cock-off, u got wood-for-bones, u gettin blazed-homes, blame it on tha nose, but this hoes got no flows, hes froze-in-awe, throwin blows-to-his-jaw, tha puppet-master, tangle'n tha puny puppets pulled strings, u gettin knocked off tha bounce, like drunk people on trampolines, your vocab aint worth a dime, blow after blow...line after line, ur just a bitch, its as simple as this, any day of tha week, ill wreck tha weak, just keep openin ur mouth, droppin my name in a negative shout, an ill knock ya lights out, ur man enough to bump ur lips, but as soon as a challenge comes along..*poof*...instant bitch, i cant stress this enough to you, i never held any ties to you, how could u, claim i betrayed you, sly meet betty, betty meet sly, grab tha white jacket an make sure tha sides are tied tight, pick at his brain like chopsticks to fried rice, ur college degree wont ammount to tha degrees of heat seepin from me, ur a wack poet turned wannabe emcee, ur family hates u...."so do we!"...oh and whut happened to vegas, did ur lust for internet chicks override ur love for chicks wit dicks?...ur a silly faggot, hidin tha truth, shook in tha booth, scramblin for punches to use...tha games over i win, you lose, its as simple as that, as a matter-a-fact, drop tha rap act, what makes u think u goin win, when ur put up against pendrajin, wait...scratch that, im releasin this diss track, under my real name, no need to hide behind a fake name, so people will fuckin like me, jesus how fuckin lame, can u get, "no one likes me, they think im wack", quit hittin tha pipe, kid stop smokin crack, its bad for you
i could ramble on an on, bout how he looks like a burnt tampon, c'mon, this is too fuckin easy, him bein a lyricist is a big fuckin joke, believe me, desi ur fate is sealed an signed, you shouldda resigned, back in 84, ur mother's a whore, livin on tha eastern sea board, her camel toe drags to her knees, u never were a murderous emcee, we lied to you, why would jody want you in tha crew, your a poet...go back to writin your haiku, u dont want another rapper to shit on you, do you, *gasp* you do...well sit your ass down clown, its time, we euthinized this mutt, wannabe internet slut, quit beggin for a nut, ill call upon canuck, to grab his mic, an dispose of you for fun, pack up an go to iron-mic, there you'll truly be liked, by tha retards, who cant vocalize their bars....
"wait a sec..."
this bitch looks like michael jackson, back when he was black son, only wit a big nose, that jerri curl looks more like a afro, silly ho, i aint playin...when u goin learn, fuck wit me an ull end gettin burned, im tha torch, tha guidin light, to tha whole fuckin website, u see this kid in his pic tryin ta be a thug,it looks like his mama ate mike'n'ike an shit out a milkdud, ur name reads lunacy an ingenuity?..21 years old an still fightin puberty, whut a silly puny, scrawny pussy, dont push me, on tha mic...i can be a total psycho, start wit a few punches an finish off wit a lyrical chokehold, tha feud wit u an few, holds no bars to me an u, i hope ur tha darin type of guy, an atleast come back wit a decent reply, now ill leave this on a peaceful note, even though you got choked, i predict this shit will make track of tha week, your frame got hacked, fuckin computer geek//
