Lyrics
Verse 1
I don't think these hoes (hoes)
wanna fuck wit twin soulz
We ain't claimed to be killaz or the hardest
just two artist who ain't gon tolerate retarded
faggot niggas who wanna start it,
I've had it nigga, lyrically i'll stab a nigga
wit words that'll cripple the baddest nigga, my pad is bigger, i'm sick of the disses, G whyte's bitches, Smiley Chris is a dick ridin bitch if it ain't in his ass, its must be between yo lips, why Ty B double O G.I.E grippin tight on yo hips,(laughs) Why you thinkin of new ways and wht to say to get on my hitlist, well i guess you done did it, I done reached my limit, you finally caught my attention and interest (hey) am i goin to fast, well let me slow down for your fuckin retarded ass, hope this don't reflect my image, normally see i'm about my business, but niggaz wanna start shit that they know they can't finish, so i guess its up to me to end this, I'm forever relentless my determination and motivion is endless, send ya troops in to defend this fake ass camp, one thing that i can't stand is when a band recruits members to become fans, to protect the rep of one man, one plan, and one lable
whack records ain't even capable of...shit. (why'd you sign wit em) have you lost your mind, is you blind, then why the fuck you waistin your time, so they can't take turns stickin they dicks up yo behind, why they make you sing they whack ass songs and weak ass ryhmes, time after time punchin wit them dumbass lines, i guess it fits your whole clique is one of a kind, it ain't nothin but bitches on ya team, the first whack diss was it was all a dream, now ty wanna come and put a mill on me, we'll see i been there done that wit the last cat who had beef, ya lines really ain't affendin me, fuck what you thought i'm still ridin wit the enemy, oh yea now you remember me, its mr. friendly, hold up matter fact, take it back, fuck a mill you ain't even got a penny, probably askin Pat "you got a mill to lend me" C'mon nigga now you know better, cuz broke niggaz always seem to roll together, ain't none of ya'll ever ever gon see no chedder, unless its Kraft bitch, we'll see who gets the last laugh bitch slash punkass, who sounds like a drunkass special ed kid who dropped out of his special class, Teachers askin "wht happened to Pat" he dropped out of the program and decided to rap but he lacks a flow talks in slow mo, i didn't know handicapped kids...could also be homos, you must be one of Jerry's kids...Whack Records Premier their new single.
