Cassidy vs. Dizaster (Rematch)

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Round 1

Dizaster

Yo that shit you did last night was fucking gay!


But regardless let’s get this battle underway


Cuz I'd rather get buried alive


Then have to deal with a piece of shit like you for another day


This battle is like the Alpha versus the Omega, yeah you the start of it all


But I have evolved and became far greater


I am like Michelangelo the archangel


If he was a dark natured art painter


Painting a picture of heart failure


Look at the all the trash in your iPod player


Running in circles on these tracks


Only to Roll in a Cage and you crashed like a Nascar racer


I’m a gargantuan hall of famer


On stage with a ball of chain, a barbarian on paper


Every bars tailored for your Pallbearer


Alahu Akbar, a battling rap god slash bar maker

Bar mitzvah glass jaw breaker


Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter


Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer


The chicken gettin plucked if I pick em

I'm a guitar player like John Mayer


Fuck a long saber like.. I ain't Luke Skywalker

I'm Darth Vader


Armed with Vega claw blade may god save em like Bart’s neighbors


Stop hating you all haters


Open your dome before that long scope


Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan


Walking around cross faded given you those raw haymakers


You gon get bars straight from this foreigners phone like jailbreaker


I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman


Since you don’t wanna sit in the yard and do hard labor


Got your memory scarred but you gon remember this all later


Don’t worry at all player, it’s all saved on your Sega Memory Card Data


Along with the rest of your outdated raps


Next to your packs of Garcia Vega Cigar Papers


If I catch your momma joggin in cross trainers


I’ma go across her face with a mach razor


Then walk away from her cuz I’m a heart breaker


This ain't an arcade or a game at all crossing me on an off day is like


Tossing a piece of large bait to jaws you getting Shark-Kesha


A grave robber, robbin bodies for Al Queda


Still surround you with so much Watts around you


You gon feel like you got tasered


You’ll hear a blast and see a flash from far like a massive star quasar


Laser hit you in your facial tissue like acne scar laser


For that white powder


A deuce deuce will leave little holes in your top like salt shaker


Then I'll finish it off with a big cap on your head like a park ranger


And if I don’t got it with me on DECK

You’re gettin CUT like a Las Vegas card player


And I ain't playing with you at all bitch, I ain't a dog trainer


Man you hell of a pussy for the shit you did last night


I could tell you nervous right now by how you moving your hands right


Yeah please don’t fuck with me, you already know what’s up with me


You brought all your homies with you

Cuz you didn’t do it without your company


Scarface.. Fuck you gon do now?


Oh, oh you can't battle without your mothafuckin crew now?


Yeah exactly you cannot match me


You had wack punchlines, wheelchairs n' Degrassi


Fuck do you mean dog? Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you


Something been wrong with you


You been a bit *whistle* off tempo ever since you popped


Out of the coma you dropped into


Bars no longer hard hittin he's all filler after the doc stitched you


You went from artistic to autistic, mentally challenged and part crippled


From all the brain damage and scar tissue


That caused him to suffer so much permanent memory loss

That you don’t know whether or not something is wrong with you


And I left that part open to symbolize

How you completely forgot who you are the moment that car hit you


Amnesia is a motherfucker, and at this current rate

He wake up everyday in the same reoccurring state


Where he look in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person or face


Feels so disturbed from it he feels like the person


Who's facing him is violating his personal space


He’s a groundhog

That’s why he wakes up and writes the same verse everyday


It’s like every part of his memory that’s short term was erased


I feel bad for your wife because she probably feels like


She’s fucking the bitch Adam Sandler was fuckin in the First 50 Dates


That’s kind of a low blow I shouldn’t have made fun of that car crash


That was some hard shit to live through


But I chalked it up to bad karma


See most people don’t believe in karma anymore but obviously I still do


Cuz for instance

You got famous for killin a freeway then a couple of years later


You got famous again when a Freeway almost killed you


Don’t ask me to give a fuck I ran out of fucks to give


I hope you get in another car accident


This time with your baby mother and kid and instead of dying you end up


Being the only one of them that lives

What? Yeah that was a low blow


I know do do, take a photo, oh


I’m about to roll up and pop the, to his fo’ do


Oh no he’s probably gonna go and pc again and talk to the po po


How you gon talk shit about Meek Mill you’ve been a Dreamchaser


Fell the fuck off the scene and become a free baser


Ill put five to the side of your car like Speed Racer


Then have you run away car exploding in the background

Like the cover of Peacemaker


Yeah you could act up you get slashed and hacked up

Left on your back stretched cutty


I’ll fuck your ass up, I’ll stab you into the past tense buddy


You ain't survivin this crash, the impact will pry you in half


Fly through the glass as the dash gets bloody


Cass take your last breath

Cuz you gon catch wreck faster than the crash test dummy


Big Daddy Kane told me no half steppin, you half step it’s a wrap


You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy


Yo you know why this dude Cass act real funny?


I don’t know cuz he talks about his battle with Freeway like the four touchdowns he scored back in high school, you the black Al Bundy


Y’all wanna know another reason why Cass acts real funny?


I don’t know he claims he's getting bitches and he pimpin


But really he married with children cuz he like the black Al Bundy


Y’all wanna know another reason why he act real funny


I don’t know because he had a hit but after the show was over

Him and Kelly went separate ways, you the black Al Bundy

Cassidy

Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today

Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape Street to fuck up our battle yesterday

And that was extra gay

You took the bitch ass route

Scared that I was gonna fly Math out here to knock your bitch ass out

I bare arms grizly style, and if I'm hungry for the chicken

That heat'll spin you around rotisserie style

You was rich as a child, never wanted for shit

And you ain't never run a strip, you just running your lips

I know you wish you had a shorter nose

I wish your mom had a miscarriage and you was born in a toilet bowl

Or your dad splashed you right on your Mama face

Cause you like a hermaphrodite, a dickhead with a Regina Face

The nose, the clit, your mouth is the pussy hole

So dont get the lips on your pussy swole playing that pussy role

I got bars like phone call reception

But stay strapped like back packs, gat black, Biggie Smalls complexion

You ready to die, that 38 special lead like special Ed

It'll teach you retards a lesson

I grip that thing and I'm aiming at y'all direction

Hit your abdomen and strangle your mans and em with your small intestines

I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary

And you just a son of a bitch and its hereditary

If I was Math, you'd be dead already

Your picture on a obituary, bullet holes in your head already

I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga, dumb nigga

You lost more battles than you won nigga

I never lost one nigga

You playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun nigga

And where the fuck is you from nigga

Iran, Pakistan or Lebanon?

Nevermind, I dont give a shit you fucking immigrant

I hope you green card get revoked you fucking degenerate

Explain this shit, You freestyle for free on some beginner shit

With the pen I'm sick, penmanship, I get paid to spit

And you ain't getting paid shit

If you add up all the money that you made from every battle that you ever had

That wouldn't even be half of what I'm getting paid for this

You make me sick, your rap style awkward as hell

You act all wild and rap loud

You think your bars sound hard cause you yell?

And you was in a group called Krack City

But never sold no crack in your city, thats retarded as hell

Ayo this kid a clown

I want y'all to hear my impersonation of how corny this nigga sound

(Impersonating Diz)
I'm authentic, my brain is large, augmented

My car rented, cause it's Swisher cigar scented

I'm barbaric with bars but never bartended

Yo I go hard wit it, spitting poison, I'm arsenic

You could get punished you could get it if you want it

Your stomach I'll carve into it, then poke it open and barf in it

I'll come in your mom's box and let my cock spar with it

Put something hard in it, go hard in it

Then pull out then stick my whole arm in it

Pull out her cervix and then tell her to suck my dick

Thats how you really fuck a bitch, Yea, Yea

(Done with Impersonation)

Look at his eyebrows this nigga hostile

Like Damn that man sound better than me with my style

I had to mimic how your style sound

To prove I can shit on you with any style

I'm moving my bowels now, I'm the king bow down

And next time you get a cut, make the barber trim the eyebrows down

My fans like Cass you the best

Damn right I was battling before the cameras and the damn mics

Before Facebook, before Twitter and Instagram likes

Worldstar, Vlad, Youtube and all em damn sites

I ain't battled in 12 years but I'm so damn nice

I hand-write raps that's crack Ku Klux Klan white

Yes your ass an A-rab, but you not the Taliban type

Cause you ain't never pop off a chopper your whole damn life

Plus you an athiest who don't believe that God exist

You went from Allah Akbar to a Scientologist

You a homo, so I understand why you switch

Cause Islam don't accepts faggots that like riding dick

And how you Grape street fruit cup?

You wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

Banana clips'll crack your coconut

The toaster bust, remove everything from your shoulders up

Listen your head missing, the coffin can't open up

You choking up like an asthmatic that smoke too much

Dawg you like a K9 cop, sniff coke too much

I'm like shooting up in a vein in my dick, dope as fuck

My bars roaring all of your bars is baking soda'ed up

Like having sex with a fractured pelvis you broke us fuck

You ? boy, got no chicken Veggie store

I have four dollars and flip that

Bought a soda, 2 dutches some chips and a kit kat

Nah forget that, I got a quarter mill to kill this cat

Bought an M4, Two Ks and some Macs all big gats

Then I went to see my connect like where the bricks at

He made me spend, I paid for ten, but brought twenty bricks back

Then I brought my chick back a Khloe and a Fendi [Khloe and Fendi pocketbooks]

And used twenty grand worth of benjis for the gift wrap

Me against this bitch is a mismatch

Cause every line I rhyme is a punch

But I could beat him with bitch smacks

Round 2

Dizaster

Alright look man you called me an immigrant

Pfft you wanna call me a Arab

Talk shit about that well that’s some shit I do not understand

Hell yeah I’m a immigrant

I’m Palestinian cause if shit IsReal I don’t gotta sling shots

You could get rocked with these hands

Do you understand, That you wack and I hate the way that you act

You always talk shit about people and reference how they’re gay when they rap

But you’ve been accused of having Aids it don’t get gayer than that

You said I’m a atheist I’m not dawg that's a fucking lie

It don’t mean I don’t believe in something just cause I don’t believe that there's a invisible man that whispers to me in the sky

You might be a little ridiculous

Cause back in the days

Hold on let me tell you a story from way back

Way back before Daylyt got his face tat

When all you had was your fucking five XL white T’s with your 30 wave cap

Used to rap about how you blaze gats and slang packs until you caught a case fast

You went to jail then came back

You changed paths you went from spraying caps

To Christian faith raps you're a hypocrite I hate that

Cause now you back to the same Cass that gangsta Cass

That I bang Cass once again you came back after

Jesus saved yo fake ass

So this ain't even a welcome home party for you

This is technically like welcoming Mase back

Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, Pastor Faggot

And now he's back and he's gat holdin

What a bad omen he got locked up and found God and came

Out as a black Mormon

This motherfucker reminds me of Dragonball

Cause as soon as he got in a cell

He started transformin

He don’t understand whats happening here

He likes to whisper in mans ears

This cats a fuckin bitch when he's performin

Look how you went like Notorious Big how you turned to Faith

But you ain't never gon get into heaven with that dirty face

I'm pretty sure one of the main requirements to get through the pearly gates

Is not bragging about havin a murder case

But you forgivin.. You forgiven tho

He's a born again Christian virgin

Fuck his image I guess this fuckin image isn’t workin

What good is being religious when you're just a shitty person

This fool went on The Breakfast Club and spit some

Jesus raps and nobody was feelin it

Soon as he left the radio station Charlamagne was lookin at the co-host

Like damn what a fuckin idiot

What you need to do is stop claiming you're a killer when you a Christian

Cause it makes you sound like an idiot you need to tell these people

Who you really is, that Philly kid

Who got famous for claiming a murder that he never really did

Yeah tell these people all the facts here really

How you ran your mouth and almost got smacked by Gillie

How your man caught a body for you

You left him starving and that’s why you can't come back to Philly

Tell these people how you no longer a Philadelphia bol

Tell these people how you moved out and you a New Jersey resident bol

Them OG’s on the block are like Japanese chefs

Cause soon as they smell something fishy

You got cut that’s how people in Philadelphia roll

What now you got bloods you payin to protect you

Cause you ain't nothing but a clown

What you should do is take that money

And give it to OBH cause they the ones that held you down

Maybe if you woulda taken care of AB

You wouldn’t have been ran out of your fuckin town

Can't come back to his pack in Philly

Cause to be blunt ever since he got cut

He ain't had the guts to stick around

I spoke to your OGS Mr. Majors, AR-AB

I’ve been talkin to all of them they told me

All them cats from OBH you phony

You never sold drugs, them coke deals

Are fictitional stories the only time you push keys

Is when you use them to lock the door on your homies, Yeah, Yeah

How could anyone call you loyal

Your own block disowned you

Your man caught a body you were in the crib cryin

He outside putting his life and catchin, poppin for you

What, What oh that ain't true? That ain't true?

Then why you fuckin talkin during the verse

Why you reacting to it

Cause you know its true shit

Its fuckin with you its fuckin with your brain

You already know that’s the type of shit that

Starts fuckin with your mind starts fuckin with you insane

Starts poundin in your cerebellum fuckin up your membranes

Please, please listen, cause you know you wasn’t honest

AR-AB you told him you would ride with him

But you broke the promise

You closed it I know you closed it regardless

You a fucked up manager Cass

Real managers are supposed to open doors for their artists

Well when it was time to pull the fifth out you dropped your clip

And you dipped out

You were supposed to use the chopper but you like Julia Roberts

Cause you nothing but a bitch with a big mouth

He claims he killed so many rappers that he lost count

He has such a large amount of body bags that there’s bodies he forgot about

But correct me if Im wrong

Acky you never even caught the body and the only body you’ve ever talked about

So since when did claiming someone else's body count as a body count?

You don’t bang heavy metal, last time you seen a body count on your hands

Was when Ice T put his first album out

You ain't a gangster you're a rapper Cass

Fuck you talkin bout?

You was crying like a bitch when shots rung out

Them large cans had you hiding inside like Oscar the Grouch

Ever since Vlad aired your dirty laundry out

We know that you a backstabbing fag that would let his man starve on the couch

And when you was with Double R

We never seen Styles, Jada, Sheek with you at your show rocking it out

So the shootout you was involved in

Was the only time you've ever had The Lox in the house

Listen, cause he wasn’t poppin in the war when shit popped off he walked off

And he blocked off the entrance door turned into Sonic the Hedgehog

And he balled up on the bedroom floor

Why you actin like you the one who

Popped this pistol for

If everyone in this room was a mutant from X-Men

You'd be Mystique I mean you obviously that bitch of course

Cause you the only one in here comfortable enough with his own skin

To walk around claiming a body that isn’t yours

Fuck what you have to rap about, thats real shit

Cassidy

You looking petrified right now

I can tell it's intimidation


I been knew your bitch ass was texting AR


Trying to find out a whole lot of information


But every time you rap I hear the crowd whispering


Like I ain't trying to hear this shit again, I'm trying to hear Cass spit again


My women friend, BAD BOY it’s all about the Benjamins


You bend your men over then stick it in, bitch you feminine


You think cause you sucka punched Math, that niggas fear you?


Didn't you say you sucka punch Math cuz that nigga dared you?


Well I dare you, I fucking dare you


I double dare you, I triple dog dare you

You try it, my dogs will air you there


Cuz I'll even hit innocent bystanders


I dare you, I had to repeat it just to prepare you


To die or be a paraplegic, wheelchair you


Cuz when gats clapping your back cracking, chiropractors


And I know you not about to show out


Cuz I'll get my HIT-MAN to HOLLA at you


(And I'll knock him the fuck out) …

(I'll knock him the fuck out)


You know wassup boy, you know you knocked out


You do not wanna box boy, everybody know that you a fuck boy


And everybody know you like to fuck boys, that ain't even a mystery


I always got a pretty bitch with me


My bitch'll be like, come and get with me


Pretty please, I need some dick in me


I get bad hoes and you get dick in your asshole


You trying to hide it, you need to come out the closet


No I ain't homophobic, but nigga I'm gonna expose it


Stop it! Dizaster you sweet


When I rap, I rap for the streets


And you… rap for the suburbs like this, rapping too much words


You can't even rap to the beat


Dog I’ve been had plaques on the wall


All you got is plaque on your teeth


If you and me happen to beef

I'll catch you at the red light, the shotgun, shotgun in the passenger seat


You would wet your pants begging for a second chance


I'm blastin the heat, I don't sympathize, you'll get sent to God

Pimp your ride, give you all red interior


It'll be an exhibit (Xzibit) of a natural disaster after they bury ya


This like a dog fight, but I'm superior


You like a labrador and I'm more like pitbull terrier


A show stopper, flow hotter than Nigeria


So chicks like me, wrist icy like Siberia


I just bought a gold watch, with those rocks


Yellow like the bumble bee on a Cheerios box


So I wear it everywhere now, cuz its exclusive


It look like my watch and Medusa just had a stare down


So hoes be pulling their underwear down


And start finger popping their damn vagina, then hop on this Anaconda


I put it on my grand mama grave, I'm a grinder, I got insomnia


I don’t need no damn pajamas, no sleeping


I'm up early for the cake, so I'm eating


But listen, what I'm whippin in the kitchen ain't Aunt Jemima


You gotta have a steady hand when you blam the llama


Cuz the 5th'll kick and it could sprain your frickin wrist


The fiends know, I seen more snow than Saint Nicholas


The night before Christmas, my flip game ridiculous


And I pitched the zips of cocaine cuzzin


Cuz a lot of niggas fuckin wit Molly, that bitch promiscuous


I gain support cuz I'm a flaming torch


Yep I'm heat, but fuck a beat


I don’t need no track for my train of thought


For the dollar signs, I sign my name on the dotted line


Shit I'm in my bag, try me its colostomy time


You need to transform, Optimus Prime


Cuz you ain't got a dime, you still livin with your Pap and your Mom


In your room under the covers on your bed


Trying to cover your ears so you won't here your Pap poppin your Mom


I'm the hustla, you not on your grind


So you couldn't walk in my shoes even if we wore the same size shoes


I been a fly dude, screw more chicks than niggas get their whole life


In my first semester in high school


That’s why at school I did it big, humpty hump nose


Don't lie fool, you got punched and got your lunch stole


I been official, this nigga got mental issues


You must've got dropped on ya head at a couple months old


You've been retarded since an infant


So I swear I'm about to air you out like a car tire when the rim bent


You can't front chump, I got so many punches and bars


After this battle you gon be punch drunk


They put an Arabian nerd from the suburbs


Trying to have a nigga swag up against Mr. Cass?


My bars goes over niggas heads like a mistletoe


So you can kiss my ass if you think this nigga sick as Cass, this nigga trash


And you wanna know what else rhyme with trash Dizaster?


Your cab-dispatcher, a swagless rapper


Arabic bachelor, that fuck with boys on the low like a Catholic pastor

Round 3

Dizaster

You’re a hell of a fucking weirdo bro

You said I got dropped on my head a couple of months old

No, but you got dropped on your fucking head a couple of years ago

It's one thing to be confident

It’s another thing to have blind folded cockiness

See all you do is be coming off them blogs

And be talking shit sounding like a retarded gimp

Coming off like Erykah Badu

Cuz at one time you use to have Common Sense

I mean whats wrong with you dog

Nowadays you like the boy who cried wolf tickets

Trying to provoke me with false threats

Cuz I guess that’s what you gotta do when you have a Napolean complex

You ain't a gangsta, you an actor performing his role while his on set

Part of this big ass metaphoric context

See you, stop frontin like a soldier and you really want combat

Before you get shot and sent home with only one arm left

Like a former Vietnam vet

You ain't from the army you don’t pop techs

That's an invisible cloak, an image that’s not really there

You were never seen in the Philadelphia projects

Hold on, I sense a force field coming

The same people that said I wouldn't beat you

Are the same people that said Hollow wouldn't kill Budden

Say you gangsta then go peel something?

AB told me you wasn't on the field 45th gunnin

You was clicking both hills running, you a fucking oatmeal muffin

You don’t hold steal, and even if you did, you still won't kill nothing

But blunt trauma false concussion, get your whole grill crushed in
Crawling out of the Oldsmobile looking like roadkill, I got no chill button

Cassidy the hustla back on the block doing phone bill numbers

Carmelo gave him a million dollars he fucked it off

And ended up broke still and got no deal from it

Always sitting talking about how he chopped a whole big onion

Running your mouth about all these coke deals frontin

What coke deals? It’s like been at the poker table

Cause I know you are bluffin, but you ain't the player

You the house keeper when they hear folks cussin

Cuz you already know that you won't deal nothing

Such a fucking mark, trying to play those type of games

Dog I'm a fucking light you up cuz my gang type insane

With these bars I crafted, It’s like a complex art

My thoughts are graphic

Imagine a collage full of visual bars from Leonardo's hand

Which makes it harder to brush me off

Once I start to draw you this canvas

A blank rap sheet, full of post-traumatic flashes from car crashes

And you might've cruised through a Philly freeway

But right now you’re in Los Angeles and you caught up in traffic

You can't be calling out rappers like Marshal Mathers

When all you have is nursery bars

Let me show you what a strong vocab is

You holographic, monosyllabic, robotic and bland

Monotone having, ass retarded subpar

Washed up mediocre four bar patterns

Brought an armed body guard that walked into the press con with him

Like Kevin Costner

Cuz that’s how much of a fraud his ass is, yep

He had a bounty guard him from getting washed

That’s the reason you softer than cotton fabric softner

And we ain't cut from the same cloth that Cass is

Yeah I seen you, all up on those blogs with Vlad, talkin

Running your mouth with your fucking bobble head

Fuckin Bob Saget retarded glasses

His fucking Bob Saget fucking goggle glasses

Running his mouth like a socially awkward ass off brand bobble head looking retarded faggot

Let’s talk about how Jim Jones snapped on you

And AB had to step in cause you almost got your ass whipped

Or how when you saw the body, you started to panic

That’s when your boys pulled your card like magic

Cuz you were suppose to aim the thang but you turned David Blaine

Soon as you saw someone in a box

You completely disappeared from the spot and vanished

That gangsta role is just an act, you ain't problematic

You just a fake animated character

With a real person riding on your side like Roger Rabbit

Yea you put on some classics, like being on an R Kelly song and that’s it

Yea it’s pretty cool, alright but that was hot

But when you go from that to

Lying about being sponsored by a condom packet

It safe to say your career's suffered a lot of damage

Especially when you go from the top 100 charts to the bottom bracket

And land in the same catalogue with Math Hoffa's garbage tracklist

Along with every other lost New York rapper

That ever put out a song on DatPiff

But his team always reaching for the highest amount of green

Look at their long giraffe necks

You went your whole life talking about the gwap and crossing assets

You went your whole life chasing that chunk of ice

Till you finally found it and it became your downfall, you are the Titanic

Cuz after you fell off your pendant got jacked bitch

You know the pendant from Jack's bitch, you fucking wack bitch

And it’s still 14-19 seconds why you trying to act bitch?

Why you talking thru my shit?

You said in a blog that you’re the one that started battle rap

And before that you smoked a bowl of crack and you dropped some acid

If you think you started SMACK, then you a Molly addict

I don’t know what they got you on after the car crash

But you must've got a doctor's pass for popping Xanax

Who the fuck brought this synthetic hero in?

My bars are like Oxy tablets

I'll fucking catch you in the fucking wood

And pop up with a large tool like a car mechanic

Sparking at random objects like they're target practice

Fuck around with that long assault rifle

With the Mac pulled, folding stock, with the mad grip

Long scope on it, with the lens on it….

Cassidy

I'm so official, I hold the pistol

Put my finger cross the trigger and pop like father figures

I ain't trying to hear/hair nothing

That metal start chopping like barber scissors

I'll snap and give you headshots like barber pictures

But not for the ‘gram, the Glock in my hand

I'll put to your head and let that thing cut like barber clippers

But since the DA be charging niggas

You gotta have the right plan to shorten a niggas life span

You take a life man, you could get a life man

If a snitch sit right on the stand and be the prosecutor hype man

Lift his right hand and be in there pointing

But I got bread, I'll put money on your head like a hair appointment

And nah we not gon call cops, we all pop

Scar shots give you bald spots like Nair the ointment

Now, who use head and shoulders when their hair dirty?

Alright well I'll blow his head off his shoulders, do this nigga head dirty

That was a head scheme, some of y'all got it

But them bars when over some of y'all heads like hair cream

My wife nice, this dick head mean

I'm not single but can make every single bitch in here cream

Cuz I'm a freak, my wife freaky too

She my boo we will screw at least two bitches every week or two

Watch as I keep a few, ice smother the face

So bright it'll make you cover your face like you playing peek a boo

I got a hawk and a eagle too

That’s why I let bullets fly and smoke a man, a Pokemon, Pikachu

Only that person that deceivable believe it’s true

When you say you clap gats, that’s unbelievable

No one believing you, you never shot shit

I'll pop and make you shit on yourself, that’s why I pop shit

I'm fly no cockpit

I throw birds with no feathers I copped in the pot and counter clock whip

But you ain't never cop shit

How you got blocks on lock with no keys nigga, you gon need a locksmith

I'm on some get gwap shit

Your chicken low man (Lo-mein), noodle I’ma chew you no chopsticks

I jot shit on some think out of the box shit

Look I got him shook on some Michael J. Fox shit

You a comedian actin the fool

And was on the Total Slaughter show tryna sing on some Jamie Foxx shit

You lost to Daylyt, got dropped bitch

And was feeling bad, really mad, suicidal, in your Robin Williams bag

Really sad, about to kill yourself, don't know why you didn't

You should've took a dirt nap if you were tired of living

R.I.P.

Obviously you lost hope cuz you always broke

But you could die for free

See life come with a price you never pay

So not committing suicide the worst mistake that you ever made

But now I'm choosing to help

I'm killing you in this battle, since you ain't have the balls to do it yourself

How you soft then rapping hard? Stop confusing yourself

That ain't cool Lush

Why you set this up to get this dude crashed?

My tool bust, yup, I keep the heat

The only time you squeeze that thing and bust is when you beat your meat

What you trying to front for, I show up to your front door

Chubby Jag sent address in his last text

I'll mask up like Daylyt, broad daylight

With two K's like Kanye wife, that’s Ray J height

Then I'll pop till every family member shot

Infra dot, shinning red like a break light, but I ain't finna stop

Car scheme, I take your life with my ice on

It’s like I got the high beam headlights on

My wrist glow cause I get dough/Do like Tae Kwon

Rap and sell off white

Smoke so much the inside of my car need fog lights

Clouds of smoke coming out of the gat like exhaust pipe

I'll let the gun shoot and open up your sun/son roof

The ratchet drawn you the bastard I'm a blast it on

Then lean you on the side of the road with no hazards on

I'm trying to re-up when the crack is gone

For them oils I'll ride out, but see keys don’t turn disaster on

It's traffic on the highway to hell, thats where Dizaster going

I'm on the road to riches speeding past, this easy cash

I'm known for spraying shit up, but I don’t graffiti tag

Your Middle Eastern ass should take a laxative and then eat some glass

I'll eat you up then eat your food with my greedy ass

See I smashed Freeway the free way, I ain't need the cash

I had to do it to Free, but now I don’t do it for free

To go through me you gotta pay, I ain't a EZ Pass

You sound wack to me when you rap…

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