(in da club remix)
*intro: i don't usually write stuff like this but i actually wrote this
In like 65 minutes for fun after hearin' royce da 5'9s shit. Although I edited a few lines before uploading this
Overall I'd say approximately 90 minutes. Or maybe even 2 hours. 2 hours 30 minutes at most
I lost track of time I had so much fun with it. so whatever, feel it*
I'll wear your g unit sneakers when i start kickin' ya ass,-
Fuckin' with me i'll leave you in a body bag with your hard dick in a cast,-
I could smash you for trash talkin' all that crap when ya spit,-
Thinkin' you're rappin' the shit,-
It sounds like you don't even have a passion to spit,-
'n i ain't even goin' hard i just felt like smashin' ya hit,-
'cause if i get serious it's gonna feel like i'm stabbin' ya heart-
While i'm grabbin' ya art-
To crush in my fists,-
'n it feels good'''like the rush in my piss-
I'm the shit boy but y'all ain't flushin' all this,-
'cause i'm too big now so i'm mashin' ya crew,-'n bashin' ya clique-
Wonderin' what happened to you-while i'm smashin' ya chick-
I'm rappin' the new-flow over your own beat 'cause your style's too old fashioned to do-
'n i actually only wrote this crap in a few,-
Minutes i didn't even have the passion to do-
A real punchline about your half rhymin' one syllable bullshit,-
Really do you think anyone actually has high standards for the crap they think that you'll spit?-haha right yeah fool quit,-
But speakin' of which'''your buzz has been dead for so long you ain't been considered ill in a while,-
It's 'cause there's so many generic rappers just like you now so noone's feelin' ya style-
Thinkin' you're real /you're just real/ in denial,-
But aye it's cool don't be mad in fact take this shot 'n just smile-
'cause this is probably the most publicity that you've got in a while,-but you only deserve a spot in a pile,-
Of garbage just sittin' in your mansion writin' shitty rhymes tryin' to convince yourself you're hot in denial,-
Only these ignorant hoes 'n pop heads are feelin' you homie,-
You're only appealin' to lowly-
Unintelligent fools but if you ain't fake then you're real 'n you know me,-
I'm hungry for bread so if you wanna battle put up a mill(meal)'n you show me-
You're truly ready for war but don't BACK DOWN when i start revealin' you phony,-
Thinkin' you're real 'n you so G,-
Don't start squealin' to poli'''ce
'n praise me as you get on your knees while you kneel 'n you blow me,-
'cause you ain't on the streets workin' shit the crib which you chill in too cosy,-
'n i got plenty more material for you incase you're feelin' too nosy
I'll torture you before i put the steel in you so we,-
Are gonna be here /for/ a while 'cause i'm killin' you slowly,-
I'm like dave cha-'''ppelle with my punchlines 'n noone's gonna save ya,-
But you ain't even worth destroyin' i just felt like killin' a beat,-
Plus you're just another one of eminem's old tools he used to prostitute let go independent still in the street-
Bluffin' claimin' you're the concealin' the heat,-
(i didn't get around to figuring out how i wanted to incorporate this material)
...barbequin' M.Cs 'n grillin' the meat,-never feelin' defeat,-i'm real 'n elite-
I rep for the real motherfuckers that struggle while you chill in a suite/sweet /buildin' to sleep/keep,-
Well you can call that your coffin 'cause i'm puttin' all ya bitches dogs 'n children to sleep/
You can't stand up to me boy stay still in ya seat...
.../'n eminem i don't like dissin' ya crew,-shit even before i started rappin' i only listened to you/...
But back to fifty like i said there's a bunch of names of whack rappers like you i wanna maim so i might be missin' a few,-
'cause y'all are so generic so please excuse me i got a lot of dissin' to do,-
'n i did this all 'cause i know if you don't spit over a hot beat like this practically noone'll listen to you,-
So i decided fuck it i'ma put my money where my mouth is,-while y'all quiet as mouses,-
I'm spittin' bars through a speakerphone with the volume at maximum just to make sure i'm the loudest,-
When i call y'all out i rhyme the proudest,-i finish spittin' a line 'n each time the crowd is,-
Cheerin' me on,-like i said you ain't even worth my time so get out of here 'n be gone,-
'cause i'm gettin' bored so i'ma end this song by buyin' a'''purse 'n a wrack,- /of boobs/
For 50 cent 'n curtis you should pay homage 'n thank me 'cause i put you in a verse in a track,-
So if you respond you better admit you're worse 'n ya whack-
'n also bare ya implants,-
With your fake ass 'cause although there's a slim chance-
I'll directly target you while i'm dissin' again...i ain't whipin' my ass 'n i guarantee that this shit isn't the end /missin' a friend/
...
So yeah uhhh i wrote this in like approximately one hour. I didn't use any prewritten material. Like I knew during the
Process of writin' this crap I had some prewritten material but i just thought this would be a fun song i'd upload one day
(For Future Reference)
I got love for 50. This is just a song i made for fun. Call it stress relief. But at any rate this is just an appetizer
Of what i have in store for y'all. Like I said, I didn't go hard on this song. Though I think, as far as a diss track
Goes, this is a sufficient one. And like I also said
I plan to diss A LOT of other artists, whether it be directly(specifically) or generally
I'm tempted to just show y'all 'cause i hate talkin' about it but i'ma save all that for my 2nd album. If y'all have
Anything y'all wanna see leave some feedback. I intend to check this thread frequently
Peace out, X
