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Oh shit
Yo yo yo, what's up
Hey bro, guess what
Yo yo

This bitch just stole their fucking diss
Oh, you're f- you're serious?
Yeah bro, I'll send it to you right fucking now
Oh f*ck yeah, let me play this shit

Aight, peace bro
Now I'm out here, rappin' hell to corny
You see Mercedes, and now he lookin' horny
You see Jamahl, he cryin', don't ignore me

He's super tall, but this nigga below me
He fuckin' on a dyke, that bitch don't wanna fight
He hatin' on the
I guess I gotta do this

Let me kick back and spit a goofy sick rap
Check this wicked diss track to a killer boom bap
About these douchebags who think they're all that
Their shit is ass, don't forget or skip the brass

Tax let's talk facts two steps away from crack
Prep for the day, I come attack
F*ck a strap or a gat, I won't blast
On stage, I don't lack, this shit is great

No need to trap, but I will
No need to cap, so I won't
Come and scrap, yo ass addicted to dope
You don't want the smoke, you'll choke when I tie your neck in a rope

Seal your fate like an envelope, you and your boys put the whores in scope 
(Like horoscopes)
I approach and poach like I'm off a line of coke
She got caught with the backstroke and now you mad with a joke
How are you a gangster but cry when yo bitch a hoe

Your favorite movie is frozen, but you can't let it go (lett itt goooo)
Are you slow? 
Didn't you know I wreck a flow with my hectic dyslexic insane perplexin' vein thoughts
Veins pop as I spit these flames hot, y'all brains rot off of these lame jots
Rip off your tank tops, none of you are men

Y'all are wearin' sport bras, I'm in awe
How'd you want kieana's, Shawshank Redemption, stankin Geneva Convention
Violatin' different dimensional tentacle havin
Make a man homosexual, unacceptable ass pussy

That's fuckin' gross
You were this close Jamal, but she was swept up by ya bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice

F*ck y'all, f*ck Jamahl, f*ck Tazz, f*ck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross
How much that fit cost Cruz
Five to the shirt, ten to the shoes?

What use a chain if it degrades in the rain
Now you got burch moaning ya name
What a shame we ain't the same, you guys are tame
Which bitch gave me brain

She went insane with my balls
Call her Sue Bird, Pussy looser than obtuse words
Spit by confused nerds, spurred by slurred speech and herpes
No worries, bow down to this all-around sound

Noun-filled obituary as I carry this very scary weapon
Keep on steppin' and stressin' while countin' your blessings
Realize this shit is depressin
I lost my friends, now I question

As I jot down this bop, whether it's worth it or not
Or if I'm right or I'm wrong
F*ck it, my weapon of choice is a mic
You may have put me on, but you had nothin' to do with this song

The paragraphs could be a mile long
Like Mao Zedong, I'm undefeated
Sorry if I'm heated, but this is what I needed
A fire up under me, burnin' my feet

Forcin' me to rap fast and with class on a beat
What makes me laugh is while I was takin' a piss
I get a call, somethin' about Jamahl and how she licked y'all's diss
So I stole it to put it on this, just to spit back with max ammo

Let's see if I hit...
Blammo
This degenerate ain't choose to be celibate
My proof is irrelevant

At this point, I'm dissin' for the hell of it
My bars are like fusion and negligence
Chernobyl is evidence
I kill against my will like the veterans

I'm the definition of pestilence
My flow is ambidextrous
You'd suck a dick for relevance
And not spit if it was venomous

Ice Tray's not a rapper, he's a poet
My Ice Tray, a cutie patootie
He's slingin' mad booty
Ice Tray is colder than ice

Burch got knocked the f*ck out
Ice Tray's the blackest kid in Casper
Dude, Ice Tray is fuckin' crazy
Which is worse, Traiton or Burch

I'd say me
But let's ask first
Who really puffed Perry's pack
That was Ice T, not Tazz

I beat that douchebag's ass off a ton of shrooms
Like a spaz, Anton's cappin is atrocious
My rhymes are supercalifragilisticexpealidosious
He's got osteoporosis mixed with scoliosis

But he'll never get the diagnosis
Cause he's a toasted, cracked out cricket
He's as gay as Dennis Rodman and EJ Johnson
Combined into one guy getting tongue-tied

By a man screaming a battle cry
End his career like how cattle die
Inhumane, turn his ass into chow mein
Eat it up, sippin' champagne

Mixed with benzocaine
I'm talkin' false pain
Man, you don't even understand half the words I'm sayin
Yo ass is like crippled and retarded

I don't even know why I'm dissin' you
Alright, alright, alright
You stuck around this long
I gotta accapella for Azan

You thought you were free of this boy
You thought boy
Alright, alright
Is this a beat gunna end?

Oh, okay, here, hold on
Azan's such a snitch he can't pop a Xan
His bitch is so big she fits more men than a van
They all call me Stan, if so then he's Cartman

Every time I play his music it sounds like a fat pussy fartin

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