Lyrics
See ima beast, you cant see me on a beat//
On in the booth, or on the streets, shyt ill do this in my sleep, easy//
he’s a easy piece shyt to be beat quick//
He eats dick, yall aint notice he never gets beefed wit?//
Ill kill Jesus, n Easter done passed//
Dumb ass, I come fast, cut ya face wit cut glass//
E’s an easy win, see me tear em to pieces//
Ill repent for my sins, after im done buryin Jesus//
No revival, just death to all disciples//
Say my name in a diss, yall must be suicidal//
No comin back, not after this track drops//
CD queers disappears like Tyrone’s holdin crack rocks//
Ide Give em a gat, these cats wont bust a shot//
Jokes ill reenact how yo ass got trucked by Brock//
Yall cant harm me, outwrite me? Hardly//
While yall was mackin on abi n lambe, I was the life of the party//
Joe aint dope? Ok how yo figure?//
Jokes pissed I got his chick to suck my dick n clicked a picture//
Had Debbie on my leg, while yall was laughin at the pic//
You brought Brock to the bash to help you pick up a fat chick//
Abi im sorry, but you sleepin wit the enemy?//
N anybody creepin wit them, just aint a friend to me//
hoes already know, when I spit I go for the throat//
Rumor had I got no sense of humor, so now im goin for jokes//
Calli scared, I think Jacks more thug then ya?//
Jokes dick in ya lungs so ima go for ya jugular//
N I ont give a fuck, cd gon bleed//
I wont stop droppin bombs, till CD don’t breathe//
Im makin moves, n aint none of yall done shyt//
Why yall cryin? yo, look who you run wit//
I see these dudes think they doin it big//
But when I spit a punch, duck, Im hittin you n ya bitch, bitch//
bars like willie wonka, punches like iron mike//
what pisses you off more, that ima cop? or that im white?//
I keep a pad n a pen on me readily//
N spit legibly, im better then you can ever be//
Typin in caps, just to make himself sound big//
Mad, cuz he only gon be as big as his sound click//
Ide be pissed too, cuz my shyt wont miss you//
I hit you like a pistol or a missile when I diss you//
I chew nukes n spit rockets, kid my bombs’l hurt you//
You goin nowhere like them gerbils in that car commercial//
Onlines finest, he aint never host a show//
He aint better then Joker Joe cuz he aint never hold a flow//
Yo, He’s a bitch, bet he scratches to the cuticles//
How he hardcore rapper when he’s rappin from a cubicle//
Put ya neck on the line for them, I might cut it//
Disciples forced to abort you, like I slice stomachs//
Fuck ya face, its ya teeth im punchin through//
Chosin choose carefully, ya beats got more punch then you//
yall faggots better wit text, best stay off the mic//
You gay or on crack? Either way, just stay off the pipe//
If chosen gon throw blows wit the God of the mic//
Might as well hold ya bombs, cuz yall aint droppin em right//
Go toe to toe wit joe? Yo, That aint whatcha wanna do//
Handicapped or one on one, ill take on all of you//
N walk away unscathed n untouched//
Brock its brains over braun, you done you dumb fuck//
I won, you fucked up chump, CD about to mourn ya//
Im nice wit a mic, looks like Jokes forgot to warn ya//
Stays in the shoutbox, Brock be dickin dudes//
Ya audio’s up chump, so see me in the booth//
See me on the mike faggot, see me ina straight//
cd aint doin shyt, so ill slap a cd in ya face//
im, kickin out mixtapes, you pissed ya bitch late//
I situate dollars in my wallet, while yall spit hate//
He says im gay.. Ok//
comin from a dude who goes close to nude in fronta other dudes for pay//
how you gon talk shyt, when ya ass is where his dick is?//
how you gon make it big when you only spittin disses?//
How you gon raise a kid when yall both a buncha bitches?//
You and ya misses, yeah I aid it, bitch I spit vicious//
Jokes soft, like a weak erection//
He stretchin, punches missed so he dissin my beat selection//
Fuck a beat, while yall pickin instrumentals//
Im gettyin brain from ya bitch, my dicks gettin in her