[Verse 1]
Let it be known that I don't aim to intimidate you,
I aim to make you feel I'm bout tape you and rape you,
In such a crazed manner that's just so savagely,
I'll make sure it's in front of your whole family
God how can he spit this, this scaring me shitless,
Matter fact I think I know how I got this slit wrist,
So if you have history of heart problems I suggest you,
Turn this wicked shit off or prepare yourself for rescue,
Oh and if I ever diss ya ass I do it for no reason cousin,
Or maybe cause ya sissy-ass supports peace and loving,
People use trees for hugging, me uses trees for cutting,
To then use 'em suckers later for when emcees be bugging,
Fuck it you know who's rugged, a bad mothergoosefucker,
Motherfucker that'll fuck a dead bruised rooster moose with a loose rubber,
Excuse me for the constant, un-called for profanity usage,
I'm a rude bitch, a crude prick, whatever you want, you pick,
This is a...
Real death threat...
Just give in...
There's no more living,
This is a...
Real death threat...
You know who you are...
Run, run to the car!!! (Run away!)
[Verse 2]
Speak up you seem to speak tough but get the fuck out with any weak stuff,
No, don't explain your art to me, find a church get ya damn preach up,
Please, up, your skills 'fore I leave a trail of injuries and a deep cut,
But, instead of killing you I rather reach ya, and get my teach up,
So, we'll learn how to do this without getting booes like a rap buddhist,
Who this, it's me you losers, with flow working like a pack of boozes,
I'll leave some bruises if you're a doofus and confuse this with me liking you,
Because it doesn't take much for me to go back to fighting you and striking you,
Attitude? okay a diss I'll be writing you, no need to sneak and creep up,
You foul child I'll make ya bow down in the pavement and tie your knees up,
Get the lyrical meat cleave and desert ege up, peek up watch it erupt,
You should know when I have the peace up you might peace out so please duck,
I'll make ya fly with no visa or smoking the fresh green up, the weed up,
With this damn faggot shit I can't keep up rather be deaf or sleep up,
And to all who sinned find the basterds beat up, me blasting 'em for good,
Leave them fuckers more street struck than nascars crashing in the hood,
This is a...
Real death threat...
Just give in...
There's no more living,
This is a...
Real death threat...
You know who you are...
Run, run to the car!!! (Run away!)
[Verse 3]
You won't win a battle of words against me,
So get out your gauges or worse against me,
Hire a witch to put some hex or curse against me,
But it causes no harm rapping a verse against me,
Just take this angry muh'fuckin track as a univeral diss,
Fuck man I'm so heated every one of my words are fists,
It ain't no punchlines I'm doing why would I ever waste 'em,
What is wasted is my damn patience and them when I face 'em,
Those responsible of the downfall of this sacred hip-hop culture,
Yeah it's my duty to halt ya, by that I mean assault ya,
I miss the days that hip-hop had real rhyme spitters,
Timeless lines, rhymes and tracks, they were time wizards,
Skilled punchline hitters but it's all said and done,
Hip-hop used to be a big family, we all bled as one,
To those emcees keeping it real...this is my respect,
But, anyone else it's...you're death threat,
This is a...
Real death threat...
Just give in...
There's no more living,
This is a...
Real death threat...
You know who you are...
Run, run to the car!!! (Run away!)
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