Two Birds, One Stone (feat. Emcee Nazza)

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Emcee Aidos is a musical artist known for their unique blend of hip-hop and spoken word poetry. With thought-provoking lyrics and intricate beats, their music aims to convey social and personal messages. As a rising artist in the music industry, Emcee Aidos has gained recognition for their profound storytelling and powerful stage presence. Their music often explores themes of identity, resilience, and the human experience. more »

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Yeah, f*ck you Toby
Fucken little dick faggot bitch
Fucken suck a turd cunt, haha

Cunts loudmouth but ain't want beef
Otherwise catch me in they sleep
Cause I be moving like a beast
Blood be all on the sheets

Slicing and dicing, who's next in line
All the boys I know will come through with some Ricin
Hiding away when the cops come out and play
I'll grab a blade and kill till the end of the day

You know I'm psyko
I hit you like the hydro
And I know I go
Just let my guys go

We hit em with some nyquil
Fly so ill
So ill we about to kill

Toby
You look like a phony version of stony
You obviously know me
So please vote for me

Toby one knoby
You are the biggest bitch
But you just lost half your ovarys
So you just lost what you couldn't bring to mind
Haha
I was never riding with you man
Suck a shit
Haha, bitch

Knew this guy from way back when, Toby Sigismondi
Thinks his slick, but the only scheme he runs is ponzi
Came up flexing his new phone, apparently he brought a jeep
I saw the receipt, it's straight off the scrap heap

Gets his clothes straight from the bin at the salvos
Thinks his tough but really he's just as big as Elmo
Used that size to throw Jayden off the stairs
Half that size was gained eating at Ferguson Plarres

Claims all he needs is gym and beers
Him and Chris Azzopardi, both rapists and queers
He wishes he was like Chopper and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers

To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by him, they were groped
And as I said, he got em tied down with rope
Begged em back, on the condition of telling Nazza nope

Did I mention, he loves getting involved in beef?
Half the time, I swear he was smoking pot leaf
To look tough, he'd drop skinny kids and tell lies
But then he got dropped, bitch pick on someone your own size
Motherfucker

Oh you thought I was done?
Hahah
F*ck you Peter Cherrill
You're next bitch

Knew this kid from way back when, Peter Cherrill
Had a look recently, he's looking pretty feral
Heard he got molested, by Mr Terrill
Kept it on the hush, talked to his psych lady Cheryl

It's a shame our beef never reached it's peak
If he'd fucked with me he'd have a horrible leak
Wouldn't be able to walk or speak
Lets see then who beats the streak

His family are gangsters, pimps and thugs
Spent their whole lives pedalling drugs
That's the myth, they run their mouths not the streets
To solve their beefs, they call the police

Called em up, spoke to the chief
Said this guy's giving me grief
We'll be their in a sec Pete, smoke some more pot leaf
He wants the dick, doesn't want the beef

My man went round and handed him his arse
His sisters selling dope, but I tested it it's grass
Be careful, watch them shards of glass
Steps on em, stop slanging get back to class

Peter, this ain't no Hoppers shit
Fight me then shake my hand? Bitch suck my dick
Tried to fight, bitch you can't hit
You just low blow, surprised I wasn't bit

Heard recently he's into stealing cars
I rap battled him, he didn't even have bars
Keeps his money in lemon jars
He'll be the first one to go when they find life on mars

He acts hard, don't f*ck with me bro
He just sends mates to roll people and steal their phones
He's paranoid, thinks he's being watched by drones
His family all look the same, I swear they're clones

They used to say can we increase the peace
The only peace increase is that which deletes ya peeps
Like I said Peter, you run mouths you don't run streets
And while you're at it, stop rolling people for their beats

Man I know your secret, girls you hit em
And stop tryna kiss middle aged women
Stop yelling man. we know your weakness is spittin
Except for saliva of course, the spotlights dimming

All those 'tough' voicemail messages you left, yeah I heard em
Pull your skirt up Peter you got murdered
You and your whole family are straight out of the circus
F*ck with me you won't be heard from again, word to this

I ain't even gotta say anymore, everyone knows
Quit tryna be tough Peter, you look like an asshole
F*CK YOU BITCH

Mr Cherrill
You look pretty fucken terrible
Your sitting there, be careful you look feral when it comes to this
Your face will be the mort and you'll get fisted

Your toungue will be twisted
And you'll still have a little shrimp dick
Back around Hoppers
When you really went to the feds

You still don't understand
You be redder than tomatos
How's Ms Cowell again?
You be loosing all them chromosomes

Its' your own fault
You're all alone
So what do you do
Sell some crack at home

Back once again
So I drop a diss on you dickhead
You've got a big head

No wonder you went to the feds
They wonder where his bus went

Tell your husband
Anthony Palmer
You look like the farmer
That sucks the cows tit

And they'll harvest his organs
By playing the acordian
Haha
Tell your mates who stole my phone 
They're all snakes and wouldn't stand a chance if I started taking shots

I'll put my blade
Straight through the veins
I'll be insane
When I finish like a wolverine in the blood scene

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