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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #23,078
Peak in subgenre #509
Author
J DeLux
Rights
JDX Records
Uploaded
September 10, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
just messing around with 2 friends who tried 2 rap lol
Lyrics
Vinny and Goode Diss
Your bout to get ripped, is J vs. u,
come and try me, ill stab u with a cleat shoe,
im not even gunna, waste my time,
but these bitches claim they hotter, with every line,
V and goode over me, will never be better,
break down my syllables, right into letters,
casue neither of U, can C me,
Is J to the D, agianst the VSM and MG,
so come on vin, start taking ur shots,
cause im drawing up punches, like george suarat,
ive know u for 12 yrs, and aint shit changed,
want me 2 help u read?, bitch ur lame
im sry it came, down to this,
but ull never top me,
even if i come with a freestyle diss,
so vin im glad, u broke out ur shell,
cause im crackin down on u bitches, cant u tell,
puttin u both thru hell, like when i dropped goode,
playing football over in, my side of the hood,
u 2 think u'll ever, make me stop,
not til the 2 of u, quit hip hop,
ur tracks will flop, and thats the truth,
just give up, and get outta the booth,
ur both B-Lo me, in every aspect,
all my punches connect,and u've been wrecked,
imagine what would happen, if i took awhile,
ur the example of how kids, were affected by 8 mile,
im more versatile, then any1 u can get,
u and ur friends just quit, u'll never be shit,
so maybe now, ur lessons been learned,
u both got burned, the tables have turned,
now ur tryin 2 mess, with the best in t-o-t,
im the #1 rated, and the hottest emcee,
i cant even believe, u though u stood a chance,
u cant afford to buy my punches, ud have to finance,
cause im way outta ur league, just like katie green,
or maybe even jill, whoops! was that too mean,
im sry vin, thats its been more direct at you,
but i dont got much on, the other fat ass in ur crew,
leave u black and blue, just like ur balls,
ur shakin so much, is a mystery how they didnt fall,
and come at me goode, with ur slicked black hair,
but in football run, opposite directions and beware,
cause i layed you out once, dont make me do it twice,
but would u rather i do it there, or on the mic device,
heres sum advice, dont mess with the best bitch,
its east over west, audio or text im wreckless,
steal ur fuckin necklace, bring u back to reality,
killin u quick like MK, and end this with fatality,
i show no hospitality, when i diss a fake,
ur not from harlem, but all u do is shake,
grab goode a beef cake, im sure all he does is eat,
but now his fat ass, gunna get beat to concrete,
so should have never, attempted to rap,
cause while i come with punches, all u got are bitch slaps,
ur lyrics are crap, and thats just one problem,
ur songs are off topic, like the newest eminem,
ppl say dont mess with them, but this aint b ball,
ill still charge ur asses, cause at the line u fall,
but that was ur call, u started this first,
now my evils dispersed, ur bout to see the worst,
i couldnt care less, if we did this at six flags,
take out the L cause u dont smoke, and kill six fags,
it doesnt even matter, how many u can get,
their flow aint shit, i kno they cant spit,
im droppin u in the pit, cause ima fuckin bull,
ur punches aint shit, soft like cotton wool,
this tracks gettin full, with all the hits ive been throwing,
in this battle, ur seein my votes start growing,
ive already been flowing, for like 3 minutes,
my witz dont diminish, ima havfta finish,
the 2 of u off, once and for all,
got u glowin from my attention, just like a pall wall,
im sry i had to do this, and u both got worked,
now ur so soar from my hits, like all the hours u jerked,
u both got merkt, but i hope u learned ur lesson,
casue next time this happens, it ends with shots from a smith and wesson....
