Lyrics
Ok, As you know, Im ready to die, twin glocks by my side, But Are you ready to die?// I've Been torn up, Ripped up, Picked up, And dropped, Not a day i've seen on the top, Im from the shot, So i know whats hot, And your skills are definitly not.// Come On, Man. Run, Shot At, I'll watch cha get clipped, I Saw your pic, Your uglyier than your own queen elizibeth.// Oh So your idle is jay-z, Why not gacy. Cause the only way your gonna score is if you rape little boys, And put their bodies under the floor.// You sound like you chokin on a dick when your rappin, Oh prolly cause you got a dick suckin accent.// Im'a slit your throat, In 10 different ways, Whens the last time you saw a real rapper from the UK.//
Im killin this, Im that type, I be shootin dice, I bet you won't win, And I put that on my life.// Ha, Im The Realest Shit, You can't be the realest shit, Beacause your name is Cornelius.// Dawg, You aint even on my level, I made up frosted flakes, Well your not frosted. But your still a flake. Run up in yo crib and blast you away like jam masta jay. // Well i know you not gonna win, But good luck.// Your Like P. Diddy On A Track, Annoyin As Fuck!// Bhar'z, Recieveing lyrical scars, I'll have you see'in stars, London? Dawg You Don't Have Shit Hard. Knock you from way out, I wish i could diss you like this, But your shit aint even played out.// What a waste, Of one verse, The only time you made 1st place was as a sperm.// I got an un-stoppable flow, Like the beach, He can't shit cause he was the bitch, And some one spreaded his cheeks.// No more worrying about the D. R. A. M. A., Cause when im done you'll be K. I. A., A Okay?// Im doin this, As a tryout for a crew, Yeah Thats right, Im only usin you.// Like everygirl you've ever asked out, Im refusin You.// Ha!
