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We donât give a flying fuck about fact or fiction
Sleep talk freestyles iller than most these rappers writtens
I laugh at you faggots dissin
It only adds fuel to my drive and fire to my ammunition
We represent the future
Your bars are conclusive proof that God has a sense of humor
Rather loop up ambulance sirens
Thanks to you, this year my favorite albumâs been SILENCE
Refuse to start dumbinâ it down
It must be a bit hard to spit bars with my nuts in your mouth
You hate the fact weâre charismatic
The world DOES revolve around me, my spinal cords are planetâs axis
Psiklone, Possessed, Plazma and Skirmish
We swallow our pride and spit arrogant verses
Your patterns are worthless, lackinâ in purpose
I lost my temper and it never managed to surface
Credit where creditâs due, thatâs why weâve got no respect for you
Iâll do what you attempt to do
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
We got an attitude, now youâve got a problem
Weâre the greatest under the skies, so run for your lives
Say we hate but you give us nothing to like
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
Weâve got an attitude, and youâve got a problem
Iâm on some arrogant shit, all these talentless cliques
Made me add to my list some more rappers to diss
Chattinâ bout you âunderachieversâ
Bragginâ bout your couple releases but nothinâ was decent
Itâs like possessing skills is a thing of the past
Thereâs an epidemic of wack rappers killinâ the art
You artists are underground, tryna reach for the skies
We started above the clouds at unbelievable heights
Forked tongue and the eyes of a snake when you smile in my face
Pretend itâs all love while disguising your hate
And you bredders talk tough to inflate your egos
Youâre clowns in a freakshow that play the lead role
My cliqueâs tight and undivided, yelling âfuck the silence!
âCause Iâd rather swallow my tongue than bite it
For you, my love and forgiveness doesnât exist
And so Iâll drown you in the water under the bridge
No oneâs fuckinâ with this, donât just button your lip
Close it shut with a zip, sew it up with a stitch
Iâm that stubborn son of a bitch
A heart so strong; whenever it beats it ruptures my ribs
Itâs the RA sneak-attack, the beast is back
I use my imagination, you just repeat the facts
Yet to meet my match
Had the most quotables in rap before Iâd even released a track
Bring death to your lifeâs work
If weâre both in the same boat, I hope weâre heading for icebergs
Arrogance hittinâ critical mass
Sounds like an Indian Giver gave you the gift of the gab
Hit tracks with the impact of sledgehammers
Spit raps while I piss on the graves of dead rappers
Take a giant sized step backwards
So big-headed when I think about myself my neck fractures
Nervous son, only younger dude that these old heads learn from
So tell these hippies; hug a fuckinâ tree while I burn one
Rollinâ phillies, hold my city down now, no doubt
All by myself. Câmon now, Bow Wow donât count
You liars claim youâre writers, youâre pussy so buckle up chump
Pretend you put the porno on mute, and shut the fuck up
Anywhere in the U.S. itâs like Iâm in London. Factual, bitch
Guaranteed I receive pounds after I spit
The bastard, the prince, has you convinced
Through the first line, that Iâm the worst kind of fuckinâ rapper there is
He needs three 16âs, and I donât like him, heâs ass
For the right type of cash and hash, Iâll ghostwrite him some trash
Tell bitches bumps on my dick, ribbed for her pleasure
Then shit in her dresser and dip with her treasure
Time you, stare in my eyes dude. I might blind you
If I even do adlibs behind you, Iâll outshine you
Yo, Cop, Cop, Copyâ¦Rhyme Asylum!
Leatherface, what up?
Yeah, itâs the U.K. bro, and O.H.I.O
O.D.O.T. in the buildinâ, you already know, C
Get that straitjacket ready!