i did this in like 20min and there is so many spelling errors
but fuck it i dont have time to fix it
i am not a proffesional but i think there is some fun disses in there
thel me what you think dont hate it whas just for fun
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You fucking whit the don//
you fucking the badest god//
the madest mc dog//
sitt down on your sadel//
its time for battel//
jacksson//
i heard you like to fuck your son//
and call him the choosen one//
am not talking about the fake white one//
am talking about the nigger thats dark as the night//
and ho is scared to fight//
man you a sorry sight//
you gona die tonight//
i heard you use to deal//
and when you where in the pen they made you feal//
they gave you 50 cent//
and raped your ass hole until you faint//
stop acting like a saint //
they pass you around//
and drag you true the ground//
my dicks in your mouth cant even make a sound//
and when you got home to your shady//
your white litel lady//
i heard you tryd to produce a baby//
and call her haily //
curtis//
whats upp whit all your worris//
stupid move drop game//
cus hi gott all your fame//
yo but i can not blame//
you ryme so fucking lame//
did you hear game got insaine//
his brain is not the same/
hi is ready whit guns//
and this nigga is not hanging whit nuns//
we chillin whit blunts//
your hole lifestyle is built on stunts//
first joe then jada//
you gott killed on beta//
it toke one blast//
i only whonder how long will you last//
you beef whit every one//
bad move soon you begone//
make move for the real rapers//
the real mc klappers//
lick ass to gett your 2pac masters//
put them on your track//
for that you be kidnapt and put in a sack//
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
lissen//
its time to start the dissen//
you better duck and run//
before you get sprayed by bullets in your back son//
move mother fucka//
you will allways be a cook sucka//
screaming g g g g unit//
but stil your laying there whit dre in it//
its must be hard to shit//
whonder how many dicks you can fit//
you play big whit that magic mic//
but you dick//
is smaller than an prick//
i heard they gott you a new nick//
the smalest stick//
whats up whit your new flings//
you cant run around buying all men new shiny things//
and gold rings///
saw those photos you toke of banks//
whereing those sexy thangs//
buck man//
you relly suck man//
your the stupidest mother fuck man//
and tony//
thats a fony//
yayo more like gayo//
50 scream guys its time to play yo//
the bloods are whatcing//
you should have stop fucking//
dre is scared whatever you heard//
shady runs home to his lady//
and hide like a baby//
benzino//
rides in a limosino//
to your house and ask you and me latino//
lets go and have sex in chino//
and they did it they admit it //
look in to his eyes//
you can thel hi liket to gett fuckt by other guys//
50 getting yellus so hi thold us //
stop trippin//
cant mind your asshole is drippin //
your muscel must be slippin//
your hole clicks is a bunch of chickens//
aftermath//
its time to take you down and se whats happen afterthat//
we gott guys ho can master that //
dont worry we gona blow all your cats //
and make them to turkish mats//
ore sell there skin as phony hats //
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
but fuck it i dont have time to fix it
i am not a proffesional but i think there is some fun disses in there
thel me what you think dont hate it whas just for fun
________________________________
You fucking whit the don//
you fucking the badest god//
the madest mc dog//
sitt down on your sadel//
its time for battel//
jacksson//
i heard you like to fuck your son//
and call him the choosen one//
am not talking about the fake white one//
am talking about the nigger thats dark as the night//
and ho is scared to fight//
man you a sorry sight//
you gona die tonight//
i heard you use to deal//
and when you where in the pen they made you feal//
they gave you 50 cent//
and raped your ass hole until you faint//
stop acting like a saint //
they pass you around//
and drag you true the ground//
my dicks in your mouth cant even make a sound//
and when you got home to your shady//
your white litel lady//
i heard you tryd to produce a baby//
and call her haily //
curtis//
whats upp whit all your worris//
stupid move drop game//
cus hi gott all your fame//
yo but i can not blame//
you ryme so fucking lame//
did you hear game got insaine//
his brain is not the same/
hi is ready whit guns//
and this nigga is not hanging whit nuns//
we chillin whit blunts//
your hole lifestyle is built on stunts//
first joe then jada//
you gott killed on beta//
it toke one blast//
i only whonder how long will you last//
you beef whit every one//
bad move soon you begone//
make move for the real rapers//
the real mc klappers//
lick ass to gett your 2pac masters//
put them on your track//
for that you be kidnapt and put in a sack//
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
lissen//
its time to start the dissen//
you better duck and run//
before you get sprayed by bullets in your back son//
move mother fucka//
you will allways be a cook sucka//
screaming g g g g unit//
but stil your laying there whit dre in it//
its must be hard to shit//
whonder how many dicks you can fit//
you play big whit that magic mic//
but you dick//
is smaller than an prick//
i heard they gott you a new nick//
the smalest stick//
whats up whit your new flings//
you cant run around buying all men new shiny things//
and gold rings///
saw those photos you toke of banks//
whereing those sexy thangs//
buck man//
you relly suck man//
your the stupidest mother fuck man//
and tony//
thats a fony//
yayo more like gayo//
50 scream guys its time to play yo//
the bloods are whatcing//
you should have stop fucking//
dre is scared whatever you heard//
shady runs home to his lady//
and hide like a baby//
benzino//
rides in a limosino//
to your house and ask you and me latino//
lets go and have sex in chino//
and they did it they admit it //
look in to his eyes//
you can thel hi liket to gett fuckt by other guys//
50 getting yellus so hi thold us //
stop trippin//
cant mind your asshole is drippin //
your muscel must be slippin//
your hole clicks is a bunch of chickens//
aftermath//
its time to take you down and se whats happen afterthat//
we gott guys ho can master that //
dont worry we gona blow all your cats //
and make them to turkish mats//
ore sell there skin as phony hats //
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
the klock is tickin my mind is slippin
walk outside and blood starts to drippin
damn what whas you thinkin
....I'm not going to say nothing about the writing