В рамках популярного зарубежного оффлайн баттла KOTD представляем вам новую рэп битву между двумя титанами баттловой культуры: Dizaster vs Cassidy. Прекрасный баттл, насыщенный мощными панчлайнами, острыми рифмами и небезосновательными оскорблениями. В общем, настоятельно рекомендуем к просмотру.






Текст баттла "Dizaster vs Cassidy":
[Round 1: Dizaster]
Yo that shit you did last night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal with a piece of shit like you for another day
This battle is like the Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the arkangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In your ipod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to Roll in a Cage and you crashed like a Nascar racer
Im a gargantuan hall of famer
On stage with a ball of chain, a barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Alahu Akbar, A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar mitzvah glass jaw breaker
Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter
Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer
The chicken getting plucked if I pickem
I'm a guitar player like John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like.. I ain't Luke SKywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with vegas claw blade may god save em -like barts neighbors
Stop hating you all haters
Open your dome before that longscope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded given you those raw haymakers
You gon get bars straight from this foreigners phone like jailbreaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don’t wanna sit in the yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you gon remember this all later
Don’t worry at all Player
Its all saved on your Sega Memory Card Data
Along with the rest of your Outdated Raps
Next to your packs of Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your momma joggin in cross trainers
Ima go across her face with a mach razor
Then walk away from her cause im a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing a piece of large bait to jaws you getting Shark-Kesha
A grave robber, robbin bodies for Al Queda
Still surround you with so much Watts around you
You gon feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial tissue like acne scar laser
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes in your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap on your head like a park ranger
And if I don’t got it with me on DECK your gettin CUT like a las vegas card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch, I ain't a dog trainer
Man you hell of a pussy for the shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by how you moving your hands right
Yeah please don’t fuck with me
You already know whats up with me
You brought all your homies with you because you didn’t do it without your company
Scarface.. Fuck you gon do now?
Oh, oh he can't battle without your motha fuckin crew now
Yeah exactly you cannot match me
You had wack punchlines wheelchairs in degrassi
Fuck do you mean dog?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Something been wrong with you
You been a bit (whistle) off tempo ever since you popped
Out of the coma you dropped into
Bars no longer hard hittin hes all filler after the doc stitched you
You went from artistic to autistic
Mentally challenged and part crippled
From all the brain damage and scar tissue
That caused him to suffer so much permanent memory loss that you don’t know
Whether or not something is wrong with you
And I left that part open to symbolize how you completely forgot who you are
The moment that car hit you
Amnesia is a motherfucker..
And at this current rate he wake up everyday in the same reoccurring state
Where he look in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person he face
Feels so disturbed from it he feels like the person
Whos facing him is violating his personal space
Hes a groundhog that’s why he wakes up and writes the same verse everyday
Its like every part of his memory that’s short term was erased
I feel bad for your wife because she probably feels like
Shes fucking the bitch Adam Sandler was fuckin in the first 50 dates
That’s kind of a low blow I shouldn’t have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But I chalked it up to bad karma
See most people don’t believe in karma anymore but obviously I still do
Cause for instance you got famous for killin a freeway then a couple of years later
You got famous again when a freeway almost killed you
Dont ask me to give a fuck I ran out of fucks to give
I hope you get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and kid and instead of dying you end up
Being the only one of them that lives, What?
Yeah that was a low blow
I know doe doe
Take a photo oh
Im about to roll up and pop the ? to his fo’ do
Oh no hes probably gonna go and pc again and talk to the po po
How you gon talk shit about Meek Mill you’ve been a dream chaser
Fell the fuck off the scene and become a free baser
Ill put five to the side of your car like speed racer
Then have you run away car exploding in the background like the cover of Peacemaker
Yeah you could act up you get slashed and hacked up left on your back stretched cutty
Ill fuck your ass up
Ill stab you into the past tense buddy
You ain't survivin this crash
The impact will pry you in half
Fly through the glass as the dash gets bloody
Cass take your last breath cause you gon catch wreck faster than the crash test dummy
Big daddy kane told me no half steppin
You half step it’s a wrap
You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy
Yo you know why this dude Cass act real funny
I don’t know cause he talks about his battle with freeway like the four touchdowns
He scored back in highschool you the black Al Bundy
Yall wanna know another reason why cass acts real funny
I don’t know he claims hes getting bitches and he pimpin
But really he married with children cause hes like the black Al Bundy
Yall wanna know another reason why he act real funny
I don’t know because he had a hit but after the show was over him and
Kelly went separate ways you the black Al Bundy

[Round 1: Cassidy]
Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today
Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape Street to fuck up our battle yesterday
And that was extra gay
You took the bitch ass route
Scared that I was gonna fly Math out here to knock your bitch ass out
I bare arms grissly style, and if I'm hungry for the chicken
That heat'll spin you around rotisserie style
You was rich as a child, never wanted for shit
And you ain't never ran a strip, you just running your lips
I know you wish you had a shorter nose
I wish your mom had a miscarriage and you was born in a toilet bowl
Or your dad splashed you right on your Momma face
Caue you like a hermaphrodite, a dickhead with a Regina Face
The nose, the clit, your mouth is the pussy hole
So dont get the lips on your pussy swole playing that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black, Biggie Smalls complexion
You ready to die, that 38 special lead like special Ed
It'll teach you retards a lesson
I grip that thing and I'm aiming at y'all direciton
Hit your abdomen and strangle your mans and em with your small intestines
I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary
And you just a son of a bitch and its hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary, bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga, dumb nigga
You lost more battles than you won nigga
I never lost one nigga
You playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun nigga
And where the fuck is you from nigga
Iran, Pakistan or Lebanon?
Nevermind, I don't give a shit you fucking immigrant
I hope you green card get revoked you fucking degenerate
Explain this shit, You freestyle for free on some beginner shit
With the pen I'm sick, penmanship , I get paid to spit
And you ain't getting paid shit
If you add up all the money that you made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what I'm getting paid for this
You make me sick, your rap style awkward as hell
You act all wild and rap loud
You think your bars sound hard cause you yell?
And you was in a group called crack city
But never sold no crack in your city, thats retarded as hell
Ayo this kid a clown
I want y'all to hear my impersonation of how corny this nigga sound
(Impersonating Diz:)
I'm authentic, my brain is large, off limits
My car in it, ? swissha switching cigars in it?
I'm barberic with bars but never bartended
Yo I go hard wit it, spitting poison, I'm arsenic
You could get punished you could get it if you want it
Your stomach I'll carve into it, then poke it open and barf in it
I'll come in your moms box and let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm in it
Pull out her cervix and then tell her to suck my dick
Thats how you really fuck a bitch, Yea, Yea
(Done with Impersonation:)
Look at his eyebrows this nigga hostile
Like Damn that man sound better than me with my style
I had to mimick how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now, I'm the king bow down
And next time you get a cut, make the barbar trim the eyebrows down
My fans like Cass you the best
Damn right I was battling before the cameras and the damn mics
Before facebook, before twitter and instagram lights
Worldstar, Vlad, Youtube and all em damn sites
I ain't battled in 12 years but I'm so damn nice
I hand write raps thats crack klu klax klan white
Yes your ass an A-rab, but you not the taliban type
Cause you ain't never pop off a chopper your whole damn life
Plus you an athias who dont believe that god exist
You went from allah akbar to a scientologist
You a homo, so I understand why you switch
Cause Islam dont accepts faggots that like riding dick
And how you Grape Street, fruit cup?
You wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Banana clips'll crack your coconut
The toaster bust, remove everything from your shoulders up
Listen your head missing, the coffin can't open up
You choaking up like an asmatic that smoke too much
Dawg you like a k-nine cop, sniff coke too much
I'm like shooting up in a vein and my dip dope as fuck
My bars roaring all of your bars is baking soda'd up
Like having sex with a fractured pelvis you broke us fuck
You ?boy, got no chicken, Veggy store
I have four dollars and flip that
Bought a soda, 2 dutches, some chips and a kit kat
Nah forget that, I got a quarter mill to kill this cat
Bought an M4, Two K's and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like where the bricks at?
He made me spend, I paid for ten, but brought twenty bricks back
Then I brought my shit back to Khloe and the fendi
And used twenty grand worth of benji for the gift wrap
Me against this bitch is a mismatch
Cause every line I rhyme is a punch
But I could beat him with bitch max?

[Round 2: Dizaster]
Alright look man you called me an immigrant
Pfft you wanna call me a Arab
Talk shit about that well that’s some shit I do not understand
Hell yeah I’m a immigrant
I’m Palestinian cause if shit IsReal I don’t gotta sling shots
You could get rocked with these hands
Do you understand, That you wack and I hate the way that you act
You always talk shit about people and reference how they’re gay when they rap
But you’ve been accused of having aids it don’t get gayer than that
You said I’m a atheist I’m not dawg thats a fucking lie
It don’t mean I don’t believe in something just cause I don’t believe that theres
A invisible man that whispers to me in the sky
You might be a little ridiculous
Cause back in the days
Hold on let me tell you a story from way back
Way back before daylight got his face tat
When all you had was your fucking five XL white T’s with your 30 wave cap
Used to rap about how you blaze gats and slang packs until you caught a case fast
You went to jail then came back
You changed paths you went from spraying caps
To Christian faith raps youre a hypocrite I hate that
Cause now you back to the same Cass that gangsta Cass
That I bang Cass once again you came back after
Jesus saved yo fake ass
So this ain't even a welcome home party for you
This is technically like welcoming Mase back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, Pastor Faggot
And now hes back and hes gat holdin
What a bad omen he got locked up and found God and came
Out as a black Mormon this motherfucker reminds me of dragonball
Cause as soon as he got in a cell
He started transformin
He don’t understand whats happening here
He likes to whisper in mans ears
This cats a fuckin bitch when hes performin
Look how you went like Notorious Big how you turned to Faith
But you ain't never gon get into heaven with that dirty face
Im pretty sure one of the main requirements to get through the pearly gates
Is not bragging about havin a murder case
But you forgivin.. You forgiven tho
Hes a born again Christian virgin
Fuck his image I guess this fuckin image isn’t workin
What good is being religious when youre just a shitty person
This fool went on the breakfast club and spit some
Jesus raps and nobody was feelin it
Soon as he left the radio station Charlamagne was lookin at the co-host
Like damn what a fuckin idiot
What you need to do is stop claiming youre a killer when you a Christian
Cause it makes you sound like an idiot you need to tell these people
Who you really is, that philly kid
Who got famous for claiming a murder that he never really did
Yeah tell these people all the facts here really
How you ran your mouth and almost got smacked by Gilly
How your man caught a body for you
You left him starving and that’s why you can't come back to Philly
Tell these people how you no longer a Philadelphia bol
Tell these people how you moved out and you a new jersey resident bol
Them OG’s on the block are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell something fishy
You got cut that’s how people in Philadelphia roll
What now you got bloods you payin to protect you
Cause you ain't nothing but a clown
What you should do is take that money
And give it to OBH cause they the ones that held you down
Maybe if you woulda taken care of AB
You wouldn’t have been ran out of your fuckin town
Can't come back to his pack in Philly
Cause to be blunt ever since he got cut
He ain't had the guts to stick around
I spoke to your OGS Mr. Majors, AR-AB
I’ve been talkin to all of them they told me
All them cats from OBH you phony
You never sold drugs, them coke deals
Are fictitional stories the only time you push keys
Is when you use them to lock the door on your homies, Yeah, Yeah
How could anyone call you loyal
Your own block disowned you
Your man caught a body you were in the crib cryin
He outside putting his life and catchin, poppin for you
What, What oh that ain't true? That ain't true?
Then why you fuckin talkin during the verse
Why you reacting to it
Cause you know its true shit
Its fuckin with you its fuckin with your brain
You already know that’s the type of shit that
Starts fuckin with your mind starts fuckin with you insane
Starts poundin in your cerebellum fuckin up your membranes
Please, please listen, cause you know you wasn’t honest
AR-AB you told him you would ride with him
But you broke the promise
You closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass
Real managers are supposed to open doors for their artists
Well when it was time to pull the fifth out you dropped your clip
And you dipped out
You were supposed to use the chopper but you like Julia Roberts
Cause you nothing but a bitch with a big mouth
He claims he killed so many rappers that he lost count
He has such a large amount of body bags that there’s bodies he forgot about
But correct me if Im wrong
Acky you never even caught the body and the only body you’ve ever talked about
So since when did claiming someone elses body count as a body count?
You don’t bang heavy metal, last time you seen a body count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster your a rapper Cass
Fuck you talkin bout?
You was crying like a bitch when shots rung out
Them large cans had you hiding inside like Oscar the grouch
Ever since Vlad aired your dirty laundry out
We know that you a backstabbing fag that would let his man starve on the couch
And when you was with Double R
We never seen Styles, Jada, Sheek with you at your show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox in the house
Listen, cause he wasn’t poppin in the war when shit popped off he walked off
And he blocked off the entrance door turned into sonic the hedgehog
And he balled up on the bedroom floor
Why you actin like you the one who
Popped this pistol for
If everyone in this room was a mutant from x men
Youd be mystique I mean you obviously that bitch of course
Cause you the only one in here comfortable enough with his own skin
To walk around claiming a body that isn’t yours
Fuck what you have to rap about, thats real shit

[Round 2: Cassidy]
You looking petrified right now
I can tell its intimidation
I been knew your bitch ass was texing AR
Tryna find out a whole lot of information
But everytime you rap I hear the crowd whispering
Like I ain't tryna hear this shit again, I'm tryna hear Cass spitt again
My women friend, bad boy its all about the benjamin
You bend your men over then stick it in, bitch you feminin
You think cause you sucka punch Math, that niggas fear you
Didn't you say you sucka punch Math cause that nigga dared you
Well I dare you, I fucking dare you
I double dare you, I triple dawg dare you
You try it, my dawgs'll air you there
Cause I'll even hit innocent bystanders
I dare you, I had to repeat it just to prepare you
To die or be a parplegic, wheelchair you
Cause when gats clapping your back cracking, chiropractice
And I know you not about to show out
Cause I'll get my hit man to holla at you
(And I'll knock him the fuck out)
(I'll knock him the fuck out)
You know wasup boy, you know you knocked out
You do not wanna box boy
Everybody know that you a fuck boy
And everybody know you like to fuck boys, that ain't even a mystery
I always got a pretty bitch with me
My bitch'll be like, come and get with me..
Pretty please, I need some dick in me
I get bad hoes and you get dick in your asshole
You tryna hide it, you need to come out the closet
No I ain't homophobic, but nigga I'm gonna expose it
Stop it, Dizaster you sweet
When I rap, I rap for the streets
And you.. rap for the suburbs like this, rapping too much words
You can't even rap to the beat
Dawg Ive been had plaques on the wall
All you got is plaque on your teeth
If you and me happen to beef
I'll catch you at the red light
The shotgun, shotgun in the passenger seat
You would wet your pants begging for a second chance
I'm blastin the heat, I dont sympathise
You'll get sent to God, pimp your ride
Give you all red interior
It'll be an exhibt of a natural dizaster after they bury ya
This like a dog fight, but I'm superior
You like a labra dog and I'm more like pit bull terrier
A show stopper, flow hotter than Nigeria
So chicks like me, wrist icey like Siberia
I just bought a gold watch, with those ?
Yellow like the bumble bee on a chereeos box
So I wear it everwhere now, cause its exclusive
It look like my watch and Medusa just had a stare down
So hoes be pulling their underwear down
And start finger popping their damn Regina
Then hop on this Annaconda
I put it on my grandmama grave, I'm a grinder
I got insomnia
I dont need no damn pajamas, no sleeping
I'm up early for the cake, so I'm eating
But listen, what I'm whippin in the kitchen ain't your Mama
You gotta have a steady hand when you blam the llama
Cause the 5th'll kick and it could sprain your frickin wrist
The fiends know, I seen more snow than Saint Nicholas
The night before christmas, my flip game ridiculous
And I pitched the zips of cocaine cuzzin?
Cause a lot of niggas fuckin wit Molly, that bitch promiscuous
I gain support cause I'm a flame of torch
Yep I'm heap, but fuck a beat
I dont need no track for my train of thought
For the doollar signs, I sign my name on the dotted line
Shit, I'm in my bag, try me, it's colostomy time
You need to transform, Optimus prime
Cause you ain't got a dime, you still livin with your Pap and your Mom
In your room under the covers on your bed
Tryna cover your ear so you won't here your Pap poppin your Mom
I'm the hustla, you not on your grind
So you couldn't walk in my shoes even if we wore the same size shoes
I been a fly dude, Screw more chicks than niggas get their whole life
In my first semester in high school
Thats why at school I did it big, humpty hump moves
Done lie fool, you got punched and got your lunch took
I been official, this nigga got mental issues
You must've got dropped on year head at a couple months old
You've been retarted since an infant
So I swear I'm about to air you out like a car tire when the rim bent
You can't front champ
I got so many punches and bars
After this battle you gon be punch drunk
They put an arabian nerd from the Suburbs
Tryna have a nigga swagg up against Mr Cass
My bars goes over niggas heads like a mistletoe
So you can kiss my ass if you think this nigga sick as Cass
This nigga trash
And you wanna know what else rhyme with trash Dizaster?
Your cab-dispatcher
A ? rapper
Arabic bachelor
That fuck with boys on the low like a catholic pastor

[Round 3: Dizaster]
Your a hell of a fucking wierdo bro
You said I got dropped on my head a couple of months old
No, but you got dropped on your fucking head a couple of years ago
Its one thing to be confident
Its another thing to have blind folded cockiness
See all you do is be coming off them blogs
And be talking shit sounding like a retarded gimp
Coming off like Erykah Badu
Cause at one time you use to have common sense
I mean whats wrong with you dawg
Nowadays you like the boy who cried wolf tickets
Tryna provoke me with false threats
Cause I guess thats what you gotta do when you have a Napoleon complex
You ain't a gangsta, You an actor performing his role while his on set
Part of this big ass metaphoric context
See you, stop frontin like a soldier and you really want combat
Before you get shot and sent home with only one arm like a former Vietnam vet
You ain't from the army you dont pop techs
Thats an invisible cloak, an image thats not really there
You were never seen in the Philladelphia projects
Hold on, I sense a forcefield coming
The same people that said I wouldn't beat you
Are the same people that said Hallow wouldn't kill Budden
Say you gangsta then go pail something?
AB told me you wasn't on the field 4fifth gunnin
You was clicking both hills running
You a fucking oatmeal muffin
You dont hold steal, and even if you did
You still won't kill nothing
But Blunt trauma false concussion
Get your whole grill crushed in
Crawling out of the automobile looking like roadkill
I got no chill Budden
Cassidy the hustlah back on the block doing phone bill numbers
Carmelo gave him a million dollars he fucked it off
And ended up broke still and got no deal from it
Always sitting talking about how he chopped a whole big onion
Running your mouth about all these coke deals frontin
What coke deals?
Its like been at the poker table
Cause I know you are bluffin, but you ain't the player
You the house keeper when they hear folks cussin
Cause you already know that you won't deal nothing
Such a fucking mart?
Tryna play those type of games
Dawg I'm a fucking light you up
Cause my game type insane
With these bars I crafted, Its like a complex art
My thoughts are graphic
Imagine a collage full of visuable bars from Leonardo's hand
Which makes it harder to brush me off once I start to draw you this canvas
A blank rap sheet
Full of post-dramatic flashes from car crashes
And you might've cruised through a Philly freeway
But right now your in Los Angeles
And you caught up in traffic
You can't be calling out rappers like Marshal Mathers
When all you have is nursery bars
Let me show you what a strong vocab is
You hollographic, monosyllabic, no body can blam?
? no having, ass retarded some car washed up mediocre four bar patterns
Brought an armed body guard that walked into the dress con with him like Kevin Costner
Cause thats how much of a fraud his ass is, Yep
He had a bounty guarding him from getting washed
Thats the reason you softer than cotton fabric softner
And we ain't cut from the same cloth that Cass is
Yeah I seen you, all up on those blogs with Vlad, talkin
Running your mouth with your fucking bobble head fuckin Bob Saget retarded glasses
His fucking Bob Saget fucking goggle glasses
Running his mouth like a socially awkward ass off brand bubble head looking retarded faggot
Lets talk about how Jim Jones snapped on you
And AB had to step in cause you almost got your ass whipped
Or how when you saw the body, you started to panic
Thats when your boys pulled your card like magic
Cause you were suppose to aim the thang
But you turned David Blaine
Soon as you saw someone in a box
You completely dissapeard from the spot and vanished
That gangsta role is just an act, you ain't problematic
You just a fake animated charcacter
With a real person riding on your side like Roger Rabbit
Yea you put on some classics, like been on an R Kelly song and thats it
Yea its pretty cool..
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lying about been sponsored by a condom packet
It safe to say your career's suffered alot of damage
Especially when you go from the top hundred shots to the bottom bracket
And land in the same catalogue as Math Hoffa's gargbage track
Thats along with every other lost New York rapper that ever put out a song on Dat Piff
But his team always reaching for the highest amount of green
Look at their long giraffe necks
You wit your whole life talking about the gwap and crossing assets
You wit your whole life chasing that chunk of ice
Til you finally found it and became your downfall, you are the titanic
Cause after you fell off your pendant got jacked bitch
You know the pendant from Jack's bitch
You fucking wack bitch
You said in a blog that your the one that started battle rap
And before that you smoked a bowl of crack and you dropped some acid
If you think you started SMACK, then you a Molly addict
I dont know what they got you on after the car crash
But you must've got a doctors pass for popping xanax
Who the fuck brought this synthetic hero in
My bars are like Oxy tablets
I'll fucking catch you in the fucking wood
And pop up with a large tool like a car mechanic
Sparking at random objects like their target practice
Fuck around with that long assault rifle
With the Mac pulled, folding stock, with the mad grip long
Scope on it, wit the lens on it ? dream on the glasses?

[Round 3: Cassidy]
I'm so official, I hold the pistol put my finger cross the trigger
And pop like father figures
I ain't trying to hear nothing
That metal start chopping like barbar scissors
I'll snap and give you head shots like barbar pictures
But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand
I'll put to your head and let that thing cut like barbar clippers
But since the DA be charging niggas
You gotta have the right plan to shorten a niggas life span
You take a life man, you could get a life man
If a snitch sit right on the stand and be the prosecutor hype man
Lift his right hand and be in there pointing
But I got bread, I'll put money on your head like a hair appointment
And Naw we not gon call cops, we all pop
Scar shots give you bold spots like near the ointment
Now, who use head and shoulders when their hair dirty?
Alright Well I'll blow his head off his shoulders, do this nigga head dirty
That was a head scheme, some of y'all got it
But them bars when over some of y'all heads like hair cream
My wife nice, thats dick head mean
I'm not single but can make every single bitch in here cream
Cause I'm a freak, my wife freaky too
She ma boo we will screw atleast two bitches every week or two
Watch as I keep a few, Ice smotther the face
So bright It'll make you cover your face like you playing peek a boo
I got a hawk and a eagle too
Thats why I let bullets fly and Smoke em on and Poke em on, Pikachu
Only that person that deceivable believe its true
When you say you clap gats, thats unbelievable
No one believing you, You never shot shit
I'll pop and make you shit on yourself, thats why I pop shit
I'm fly no cockpit
I throw birds with no feathers I copp in the park and counter clock whip
But you ain't never copp shit
How you got blocks on lock with no keys nigga
You gon need a locksmith
I'm on some get gwap shit
Your chicken low man, Noodle Ima chew you -no chopsticks
I jot shit on some think out of the box shit
Look I got him shook on some Michal J. Fox shit
You a comedian actin the fool
And was on the Total Slaughter show tryna sing on some Jamie Fox shit
You lost to Daylyt, got dropped bitch
And was feeling bad, really mad, suicidal
On your Robin Williams bad, really sad, about to kill yourself
Don't know why you didn't
You should've took a dirt nap if you were tired of living
R.I.P. Obviously you lost hope cause you always broke
But you could die for free
See life come with a price you never pay
So not commiting suicide the worst mistake that you ever made
But now I'm choosing to help
I'm killing you in this battle, since you ain't have the bars to do it yourself
Rapping soft then rapping hard, stop confusing yourself
That ain't cool Lush.. Why you set this up to get this dude crashed?
My tool bust, yea I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze and bust is when you beat your meat
What you tryna front for, I show up to your front door
Chubby Jag sent address in his last text
I'll mask up like Daylyt, broad daylight
With to K's like Kanye's wife thats Ray Jay height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light, but I ain't finna stop
Car scheme, I take your life with my ice on
Its like I got the high beam head lights on
My wrist glow Cause I get gold like Tyquan
Rap and sell off white
Smoke so much the inside of my car need fog lights
Clags of smoke coming out of the gat like exhaust pipe
I'll let the gun shoot and open up your sun roof
The ratchet drawn you the bastard I'm a blast it on
Then lean you on the side of the road with no hazards on
I'm tryna reup when the crack is gone
For them oils I'll ride out, but see keys dont turn dizaster on
Its traffic on the highway to hell
Thats where dizaster going
I'm on the road to riches speeding past, this easy cash
I'm known for spraying shit up, but I dont graffiti that
Your Middle Eastern ass should take a laxative and then eat some glass
I'll eat you up then eat your food with my greedy ass
See I smashed Freeway the free way, I ain't need the cash
I had to do it to Free, but now I dont do it for free
To go through me you gotta pay, I ain't a easy pass