Lyrics
Heard you talking sh*t through your entire track/
and be for real, did you honestly think I wouldn't fire back/
crush your skull with a tire jack, violent attack/
so quick to defend yourself, kid, just put the lies back/
Smoothie, if the sh*t I said wasn't true, you wouldn't be denying it/
what I'd tell you about all that lying kid/
speaking up because you've obviously got something to hide/
prove me wrong, hahahaha, just try it/
you'll run outta gas/
faster than it took that one girl to out freestyle your ass/
told me about it, I just smiled and laughed/
cause I knew it was solid firepower for the disses I would have to craft/
take a bath, you really need to clean out your ears/
because I never said anything about rapping for about 20 years/
there's a big difference between listening and practicing, ya hear/
so next time, make sure you get that sh*t clear/
gonna make me keep your family outta my mouth/
I done told you where I am, so won't you travel down south/
wanting to do something, give me what I deserve, how/
you're a true b*tch, sending private messages behind my back, that's how it was found out/
said I think I'm the greatest, yet I rank myself the lowest/
maybe you were chewing your fingernails and too frightened of J Malice to notice/
popped you with the last 2 disses and phukked your focus/
it was YOU who always called me the best and you know it/
half my age, well the whiny baby stepped in the ring/
with your punk ass on that half-ass effort machete thing/
I guess it was a song, had everything/
words, beat, but hold up a second and let me see/
did it succeed, hell no, so go back to the lab/
and understand you're achieving nothing with the tracks that you have/
that's why ya delete them, as a matter of fact/
you were so anxious to put our collab as a track/
and get it right, don't lie night time and day time/
what'd ya really say when I was at the Missouri State Line/
that's pretty creepy, Alex, you knew you'd stay fine/
less than 240 miles away from family playtime/
J Malice is a tall deal/
compared to your under par attempts hanging out over in your Smallville/
I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you're ALL killed/
and that my disses are something that you'll all feel/
you just recently got comfy around your boys/
and turned the projector thing off to not hide the sound of your voice/
constantly living in fear, paranoid/
who are you, Carlito, Bobby, Chris, Disaster, Smoothie, Mike, James or Troy/
Malice has ya looking over ya shoulder/
dawg, I promise you before it's over, it's over/
every diss, I'm getting colder and colder/
let's settle this pussy, just come on over/
10 to 1, everybody's inboxes are filling up/
guys, listen, what he said isn't real stuff/
still trying to let your heart heal up/
cause you know all the personals I bring are real cuts/
I'll phukk your sister with you locked in the garage/
screaming Alex, please, dawg you gotta stop/
I have to protect her, oh God, will you knock it off/
no latex, I'll gladly hit that sh*t raw dawg/
You came clever kid, cutting me deep/
even took time in posting the lyrics up to read/
seriously wanted cut and humiliate me publically/
but there's one thing you forgot, I LOVE TO BLEED/
I'm more of a man than you'll ever think about being/
you know you ain't sh*t without me/
and I doubt you were ever serious about leaving/
when it was you who told me, I should get out for the season/
what's the damn reason you start sh*t and leave/
running your mouth off to menace and me/
cause catastrophe, but too chicken sh*t to finish the scene/
then play it off like you're a bystander, innocently/
that arson threat must have phukked you all in the head/
lying there quietly, scarred in bed/
wanna pick up the phone and call the Rev/
to hell with that charity sh*t, I want you all dead/
those therapy sessions must have been for your lying habits/
they opened your brain like a lab science rabbit/
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