Now I done told this ***** to shut his mouth I guess he wasn't hearin me I'm beyond this peon, he scared of me Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me Cause he ain't remain silent like TI's security It's clear to me, he will fu*k up his own cash Like take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass Followed by the oohs and ahhs, your foolish pride Done fu*k around and put you on the losing side Who got bodied? ***** you sick, then I'm a hot ?totty? Coke flow I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby I'ma sound off, this *****s a clown y'all 50 *****s wit him wearing jeri curls hopin out a clown car Show's over, Bozo No mo, I'm back, time to face the music I'ma just straight abuse him He choose to, diss But he don't want what he gettin While he spittin funny sh*t I'm gettin money bi*ch Brrrrrrrrrratt Come onnn, I'm a product of my environment He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement He go at me, I hit him ASAP, take that Get shot up, like a cap gun at a racetrack He probably from the part of the bay, where the gays at Where the fags migrate, and give each other AIDS at They told me that you ain't the pistol type So you, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke Get you a whoppin like Whoopi You steppin in another circle I wear Purple Label, you just wear the color purple Everything about your lame flow, represents Everything hoe, and every color in the rainbow Sayin Proof's name'll get you strangled Let my ***** rest, or I bet you, you'll be sleepin wit the angels I'm fly, you a fly Since you lie, you die, goodbye Zip him up Zip him up Zip him up Zip him up Come onn You show you ain't got respect Soon as you diss me so sudden So when you bow It better look like you toe touchin I'm so fu*kin ridiculous wit the flow, cousin I bag heat, and I will give you the whole oven Coke, heroine, flour, fu*k it the whole cupboard No publishin for this, fu*k it I'm so stubborn I threw the bait, you took it I'm on a boat buzzin Reelin you in Tryin to eat you before Joe Budden *Beat Switch (Joe Budden - Pump It Up)* Budden said the battle was embarassin Comparison, this sh*t here more embarassin So I'ma use his beat to murk you And maybe he'll see that'll I murk him too Haha I'm just playin my ***** Budden you cool I'm just fu*kin wit you Cause I got nuttin to do This Mistah FAG he a waste of my time And my time is money So I'm wastin money just makin this rhyme It ain't beef, but I would like to shoot your jeweler Your charm looked like some kind of retarded school bus All you mentioned is the ?duh? and the drool The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look *****s get shook when, Malcolm speaks It ain't no way that I can hear you on an Alchemist beat Y'all two are doin an album together Ooooh sh*t, OK I got a sample for you Loop this *Beat Change (E-40 - Tell Em Where To Go)* The streets'll teach you I got love for the bay *****s Skee my people The problem is you think your lyrically my equal But that don't balance out I got a keek, to sneak you You be da bi*ch, ***** we be da sh*t You never slang like 40 you tryin to be legit I will eat your soul, my pieces glow Cause they freezin, these hoes is Keyshia Cole I'll put you in the hospital You ain't the only one that got riddled I got 2 check it One, Flabby, fabby, fu*k you, fu*ked your mammy We family, cause I'm your daddy son Two, Yeaah, pus*y, fu*ked you, took me Wanna cookie, cause nobody seems to care So what's the fuss bout? Turn your girl mouth, to a Yukmouth Nut, turn her house to a slut house Who got bodied? *Beat Change (Playaz Circle - Duffle Bag Boy)* I got AK's, AR's Ay R, this *****s been dead since the 8th bar But I'm tryin to overkill him Standin over this silly ***** holdin the shotty With the spears shootin at him Till his body disappears Looka here I will put your crew in boxes I done put whole crews in boxes And it's best he stops cause I will Freddy Fox him Put him out with the tools, or boxin So think about your next move I will let you choose your option Top ten, dead or alive And I got souljas You cast your little punk ass stones at me I throw back boulders Oh yeah, it's over Hold that, ***** this is g's up I speed up, right where you slow at Lyrically you Borat, boring Do anything for a laugh You know that's, annoying It sound like perhaps you doubt me Well, if you ever, ever make it to my city Ask about me You're lucks over Cause all you tried to do was be, famous So now you famous nation wide, for gettin fu*ked over Boy pay up I barred ?? for sure ?? I'm playin chess wit a connect 4, player It's obvious I hear you talkin loud I'm clappin all day like I'm cheerin in the crowd I'm bought to catch a body I'm a bust a mac boy I'm bought to catch a body I'm a bust a mac boy I kill ya If you ain't never ran from a ***** Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin Get runnin If you ain't never ran from a ***** Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin Get runnin!