Lyrics
wooooo, motherfuckers, i aint giving up. hate me all you want,
i want you to hate. fucking homos! fuck dzk!
i beg yall to come n shoot me in the fucking head
check it
You thought i was finished, shit i aint even start
the pains coming at ya, coming right at your heart
your fans are dumb kids, you only made one diss
i'm al pacino, make you disapear with one kiss
touch this? fuck no, you aint get to be no hit
n when was the last time you get to see your dick?
you not a illa criminal killer, killing individuals
you feeling your testicules n i lyricly get at you
you eyebrow waxing, better start relaxing
or i tell the world the truth about andrew jackson
just lay there, we know that your life aint fair
we go to clubs for bitches but he go to the daycare
talk to one who may care, this is your enslavement
how you call yourself tough? you live in mammas basement
your on the pavement, hk is on the inspection
dzk will kill himself without his porno collection
pack n start leaving, theres nothing we believing
n i wonder y this motherfucker even breathing
talking greezy, say you the bad ass around
you a wack ass clown, sit your FAT ASS DOWN! (you dont know)
i didnt even begin with you man,
round 2 bitch
hahah lets go
hey yo i'm up n wake, gonna break this fuck face
dzk faught a little kid for a cup cake
dont hate me dun, i'm near by n i hate lies
we know your the writter on queer eye for the straight guy
now you dying to win
he stole candy from trick or treaters, only time you were trying to sin
heard you got a girl, she dont know how to pick guys
between me us, how big is her dicksize
now does she go on top or hit you from the back
its y you sound like a bitch on every track
my thump and index will have an ethiopian chocked
n if you think you can win, you on peruvian coke
you bitching n wishing but your mission is missing
n i'm pissing with precision in your motherfuckin vision
dont even try to touch me, i'm shadier dawg
your sound like a duck had a baby with a frog (peruvian coke)
you mack the same guys that patrick swayze hit
make one song every year, quit, you lazy shit
drop a few bars n i'll make eleven better lines
you wack on the mic n you sound like kevin federline
you got 500 tracks, no deal, what makes you different?
yo yo
i rip you beat by beat, you cant bring heat to me
your tracks wont sound fresh unless it features me
my style is new, dont try to hate the best
i'm a dvd, i put a end to you like vhs "ouuuuuuu"
reporting rappers, think you the bomb right?
you beat your sister to be your date on prom night
i see theres mad grub that hes enduring at denies
poor kid lost all his hair during his twenties
your grave get dig, acting like you that that big
fucking virgin porker, your just a fat ass pig
i'm so mad at wigs, dawg come brawl n get beat
only time you smiling is at an all you can eat
you fall in the heat, disconnected from the truth
got a 44 n you only protected in the booth
take that, dont worry, youll get your cake back
gay rap, gay tracks, man u a fake cat(murder ink)
i got mad love on soundclick, fuck tupac man, they love me
on the internet. yo check out this 12 year old girl
i'm gonna mack on my space, haha fucking pedofile
better calm it kid, i put a bomb in your crib
i hit your jaw with whips like a dominatrix
you better let it go, you aint better for real
n it aint my fault you can never get a deal
better you be killed, happy killer is nice
who was your teacher? marky mark or vanilla ice
you coming with your album but you wont see me pay
last time you killed was on gta
i'll give you life or death, those are my two worlds
you middle aged, making tracks on high school girls?
get a grip or get a kick in the middle of your lip
even little chicks laugh at your little puny dick
your only hope is to fuck a groupie chick
shell laugh when she hear about the goonie click
you feel tough when you got a drin
