[Intro]
J Roccy,
His garbage impresses nobody,
Wishing right now he were rotting,
[Chorus] x2
Why diss me,
Motherfucker, like you pop some E,
Look at what you did now,
Yo’ bitch-ass is going down,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 1]
I’m a killer cause you pushed me,
Pissed me off so it’s time for your bitch-ass to see,
Rage and anger unloaded, this shit you better quote it,
In yo’ sig so you keep yourself from being showboated,
Proud mouth, pray to god, your teeth I, don’t knock em in,
See Spyder coming for me, oh my god, squash him,
No will pay attention to me,
Damn, Roccy, if you go,
TR you’ll kill, they need a dick to get on…top to blow,
Now all of a sudden you’re a fucking hard ass it seems,
Like Roc, is so hot, on ecstasy or your dreams,
Acting oh so great, like mate, your amazing,
You wish, motherfucker quit, someone stop this train,
Some say your bag of weed you love it, but fuck now your shit,
Plus fuck, you’ll love it more when it’s yo’ emergency kit,
Saying my motherfucking name for what, I’ll fuck you up,
Along with these pussies everywhere fucker, mess with X’ed Up sucker
[Chorus]
Why diss me,
Motherfucker, like you pop some E,
Look at what you did now,
Yo’ bitch-ass is going down,
Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta
[Chorus 2]
Get off that weed,
You pathetic-ass worth shit druggy,
For me it’s X-Day now,
So, now you can fuck off,
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,ya,
[Verse 2]
Prisons is packed with sinner’s minds just waking,
Never realized the essential elements of rap making,
I got no fucking bitches, hoes, or hookers to be calling,
Hustling my whole life for it, X’ed Up motherfucker, we brawling,
Catch me smoking trees in my falling,
Can you roll my weed, Roc let me pop them ecstasy, can I pop some more?
Damn, I done been in hell, hate it there
Roccy checking into his doom, now be scared
I got a head with so many rhymes in it,
Motherfuckers, thinking they can stop X’E,….they losing it,
Lil’ faggot named Roc, thinks he real like me,
Talking about he left a hospital nearly killed like me,
You living fantasies homey, I reject your deposit,
Eventually your punk-ass will exit that closet,
Still, wonder why TR had to blow me out,
Soon as Roc’s ass speaks them bitches close they mouth,
Bleep me, cause I take my war shit deeply,
Seen too many real men balling like them bitch suckers beat me,(Roc)
You’s a motherfucking punk and fucked up on drugs,
Quit your fake ass act, faggot you’re no fucking thug,
And you can tell your e-friends whatever you want,
But you and I know what’s going on,
Sucker, lay back, Rap wasn’t meant for the gay wack,
Critics all raving for you, no they won’t say that,
All these TR rappers trying to kiss ass it’s all over now, take it like a man,
HAHA--Spyder looking like Jack Black, a flabby fat shit,
Tryna playa hate when I spit, man eat your fat tit,
Loving this shit, cause it’s amazing, how I keep all you fuckers dazing,
Aha, Against All Odds, hitting them motherfuckers up, with the realest shit I ever wrote,
No Xceptions, up in the studio getting blowed, to the rawest shit I ever spoke, 21 gun salute, (Bitch!)