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First Beat
Your Folks sloppy and Ya Possie Is Defeated/
Ash is Not A Nazi and Ya Possibly A Penis/
Your Not G And You cant stop me Ima Genius!/
Oh Im "Cocky", Your A Copy Of "Conceited"/
This Flaming Faggot Ya the Fakest Rappin, Guess What Now/
He’s Claiming Having Banging Ratchets Letting Slugs out/
Staying Yapping Like Im Taken acid, Testing Drugs Now?/
Im Named An Addict Making habits’ "stretching" dubs out/
He Slowly Dies, Knowing Why When he’s Busting A Rap/
The Phony Lies he Holds Inside Is Crushing His Ass/
He Knows He tries But this Lonely Guy Is "Stuck in the back"/
Like The Only Time You Apply "Dubs" On A Track/
Dubs Is The Guy, To Run And Hide and make a fist/
Sounds like He fuckin cries wit bloody eyes to Make A Diss/
How's He Justify Them Fuckin Lies Like Raid My Crib/
When Judging By His Stomach Size, He would Only Raid My Fridge/
Ya Fake as shit I Hate to diss a Fraud Son/
Makes Me Sick But You Claimed You Lived In Boston/
You Made Ya Shit, And Saying It was Awesome/
Living On Main Street But that Makes Me Nauseous/
Bitch Saying Drugs I Must of Used In Many Ways?/
Chump When You were young You assumed Every Day/
The Punks You loved were "boosting" At a steady pace/
Cause "Pushing Dubs" They Must Be "moving heavy weight"/
That’s Sad But I Have To admit/
I Was Mad Impressed Those Raps That You Spit/
It Shocked Me Bad, Im Like Damn it was Miraculous/
Dubs Actually knows what Salad Is/
Ya Still Enormous, Ya Skills a bit Boring/
So When Ya Spitting, I Just Finna Ignore it/
Ya Simple Performance Of Played Punch lines
Staying On topic for one line and Writing filler before it/
Soooo Ill Take Ya Style and ill Shred It in Two/
Just to Prove I Rip Ya Style Much Better then you/
2nd Beat (Impersonation)
Im Clutching The Glock Kid, Pump To his Noggin/
Ima Put “Dubs” In A “Bag” Like Im Hustling Profits/
Im Busting The Thomson, Blasting the shotty/
Catching His Body like Crowd surfing in Mosh Pits/
Enough Of Ya Non-cense, Like You Squeeze Nines/
Ill Put Dubs in the air like throwing up Peace Signs/
Your Know Ya Weak Guy, Ill show His team why/
I Put the “heat” to “dubs” like smoking a piece pipe/
Reload each time, I Like To Damage Shit/
Ill Put Dubs in a Box, Sample Kit/
Faggot abandon ship, Your Rhymes Don’t match/
Im Fly On Tracks Like a Landing Strip/
My Cannons Griped, You Record Garbage/
Ill Put Dubs In The Ground Like right before harvest/
C4 Cartage, Make Miles Of Debreu/
This sounds Natural, He took this style from me/
But My Sound I laid To rest A Long Time Ago/
To Change the Monotony, So now You Kind of Know/
That Its so Simple To Write this way kid/
Ima break it down So you can rhyme This Basic/
(Scratches) A-capella
I Clutching The Glocks, Rushing In Ya spot/
Ill Put You in a Box like Something In a Box/
Dustin Off ya Top, When Im Clutching The Mag/
Ill Put You in a Bag like Something in a Bag/
Busting Off the gat, Busting Off the Pound/
Ill Put You in the ground like something in the ground/
Ill be snuffing you down, Leave Ya Fuckin Ass shot/
Ill Put the Heat to you like something that’s hot/
Busting That Glock, There’s Nothing In Ya Ride/
Ill Put You in the air like something in the sky/
You Will Fucking Die, Im Sicker With The rapping Guy/
I Got Bullets that are bigger then something bigger then the average Size/
I Got that Matics Guy, But You know He Spits Raps this fake/
Just force A More multi’s and you got dubs last mix tape/
So To the Listeners, You Can Rip These Rhymes/
And I Just Spit All Dubs Punches in sixteen lines/
(Scratches)
Third Beat (The Original Tourny Verse Before i had to cut a lot out)
Your a Fat And Fake Basket Case That Activates, Your Raps In Ways/
Your Say Blast The Gage, But “Juggling Luggage” you wouldn’t “catch a case”/
I Can Exaggerate, Rap For Days How You Fat And Face/
A Casket place Whenever you grab a plastic Plates to eat snacks and Cake/
You Will Pass away, Compacting Snacks Ya abs will break/
You’ll Need A Massive brace To Strap and fascine Up ya nasty weight/
From collapsing At A Rapid Rate, Ya Gastric Bypass Will Take/
Time As Ya Tragic State Of Mind Has Raps to fake/
Your gonna be Losing Worse, due to The Use of Words/
Ill Bruise ya nerves Wit The Rudest Verse Cause The Truth it Hurts/
This Computer Nerd Will Lose his nerve Abusing Words/
He’s The Hugest Tumor Terd On This Polluted earth/
He Never Clutch A Mag, Dubs was Just a Punching Bag/
For the Punks from class to snuff and Jab His fuckin Ass/
He Has No Mussel Mass, Cause As The Summer Past/
He Stayed Inside And Typed A Hundred raps About Busting Ghats/
Humongous fat Dungun Rat, Summons Back Suckish Raps/
He’s Such A Fag He Loves To Bag A Bunch Of Drags/
He’s Blushing, Enough Of That! Dubs Is So Fuckin Fat/
He Couldn’t do a Jumping Jack “Run a Lap” cuz dubs is whack when it “comes to tracks”/
This Custom Crap, That I Hate To bust And Bury/
He Raps Fake, And Lacks Taste (Lactate) Like a Tub Of Dairy/
He Thinks Its Fuckin Scary Talking Bout Busting Semis/
Wit The Practice Wit Ben And Jerry’s you'd think he be able to bust his cherry/
Already, True Shit This Dude Is A Virgin Homo/
He’s Getting Dollar signs he’s sponsored by virgin Mobil/
He So Bad, But You Would Know that if u heard his vocals/
He Never leaves his house If u heard the locals/
You Claimed Boston With That Corny style Jay/
But Your Coordinates was forty Six miles away/
HaZ Robbed Ya watch, Wouldn’t Give him the time of day/
Cause Your Enormously Gay and stole his whole Shine Away/
Now I Know I Might Be Taking This To Far/
But Haz Is Half ya size but twice the man that you are/
(scratches)
With My Windows Down, I Bang Base Like c4/
When his Windows Down, He Just Bangs His Key Board/
How You Gonna Play Like This Is COD 4/
When I Spit Real No re-spawn This means war!/
Enjoy
