Story Behind the Song
Kid challenged me, so I accepted and murdered his scrawny bitch ass
Lyrics
Disrep try ta diss me shoulda stuck ta text...
You couldn’t come hard wit a win if you bust ya best...
I’m cuttin’ necks, wit a verse betta than average...
A few puny lines won’t beat a veteran passage...
You ain’t brethren faggot, take it back to basics...
Yeah you a head doctor rapin’ faggot patients...
Copy/Pastin’ applications, net herb tryna fill a fascination...
Is it real imagination? You worth less my time...
Cuz I take more shots than this herbs techs an’ nines...
Words flex wit chimes, now you hearin’ death rings...
I won’t bust ya head but ya spirit gets creamed...
Now test me, little kid tryna act like a grown man...
What you talkin’ deep? Get it, you ain’t grown man...
I put ya fate in ya own hands, must accept defeat...
Screw ya style of spittin’, ya fuckin’ method’s weak...
I put my foot down crushin’ heads of geeks...
Plus ya rep’s discrete, but everybody knows you wack...
Toss a diss at me, bitch I’ll throw it back...
Da Infamous Kid, postin’ pictures holdin’ sacks...
Oops I mean you post ya scriptures flowin’ wack...
This poet acts like his voice could hold a beat...
I’ve only heard ya one track an as a whole it’s weak...
Soundin’ like you got swollen teeth, whistlin’ dixie...
A fight wit Sign got ya thumbs twiddlin’ swiftly...
Askin’ me to peep ya shit, damn find a hobby...
I’m tha in depth assassin, pound mind an’ body...
You shouldn’t try ta stop me, so quit pesterin’...
An’ I won’t vote for you so quit messagin’...
Maybe you should stop rhymin’, invest in physics...
Cuz you always givin’ brains to pester critics...
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