Ur chains looking rusty dawg ain't no shyne in it
I see u talkin shit with ur BIG mouth, but I'mma SHOVE my nine in it
You lookin tired dawg, take a breather
I know I took ur breath away, my bars just off da meter
Too hot like miami heat, u cold lookin like u got cold feet
Trying to start a battle to see if u still got it
I'mma tell u now, u never had it
You gettin murder'd son this ain't a battle, ur well done
I'm a hustla homie I kick back n have fun
I beat you down with my DISS let alone my FIST son
Have u feeling like ur Damn Delierious thinkin,"Damn this homie Serious"
I'm the Underdog nigga but I ain't gon run
I'll still win this like Wade last nite, busted knee, 5 foul, 5mins left, 3quarters gone
I started writing this at the begining of Biggie's Dead Wrong
It's only 5minutes long n yet I'm finished with 1 minute left in the song
Like AVANT, I only need 4 minutes to talk to u bitches
Don't worry, they won't lose respect for u,
They neva had NONE in the first place for SNITCHES
You from New Orleans so I respect you it's a tough city
Escpecially for a homo like you who takes it from behind for pennies
You lookin sad homie, did you finally catch oral ghonerea?
You suckin to much dick hoe, I'mma wash you out like katrina
You calling Ghost-Ex trash but u looking like a dirtbag
Broke with no dope to smoke, for a single toke, u'll swallow n choke like a FAG
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