Lemme give u a clue I’ll choke u til ya turn~blue
Might as well call me Kelso the way im about burn~you
Roastin you like a pig wit these spits im so sick
Im like the karate kid n shit I’ll split u like a brick bitch
U kno u cant break my concentration so why do u try
I’ll stop u up like constipation n now u gonna die
The only kind of ‘jewels’ u be rockin are ‘cd cases’
Like AC/DC u ‘got the jacks’ but I ‘got the aces’
A man of two faces u snitchin on ya men
U getting off scott free they rottin in the pen for ten
Claimin to make ya own beatz on soundclick
But not a week ago I heard this on tightbeats.com bitch
And that’s real son I likes to get ill
Rip u on ya own beat so u can feel how Ja feel
I’ll play 50 cent n u can be ja rule
Or better yet im Jay-Z n u can be Nas fool
6 bar verses n shit son ya whack skillz ya lack*
This beat must be crunk cuz u got lil jon in the back
My rhymes are tighter than the wire that I spit~through
I’ll git~you done faster than a NASCAR pit~crew
Ya lyrics is out there is that why u called marz
Or is it cuz like “Eminem’s” and my “M-Amazin bars”
Cuz im ill son contagious like SARS
You courageous Marz steppin to me I’ll leave wit outrageous scars
Fuckin wit chee son I’ll get u knocked young
Get yo ass forgotten like them old tv land re-runs
Herman Munster and Jeanie too
Shit u gon fall off harder than DJ Clue
Im sick of Mike jones always sayin his name
Before he drop his next album he’ll be out the game
Yall can ‘dropout’ like Kanye n start ya own gang
Give u a kick like tang n give u a taste of my wang
Im sick of Mike jones always sayin his name ( I said)
Before he drop his next album he’ll be out the game
Yall can ‘dropout’ like Kanye n start ya own gang
Give u a kick like tang n give u a taste of my wang
Who? Young Chee Who? Young Chee
Who? Young Chee Who? Young Chee
Im out son do what u want with this shit
The title Marz Diss 20 Bars n shit for this bitch
