I´m Capo di tutti capo, puttin´ hits on yer li´l "fam"

I´m Capo di tutti capo, puttin´ hits on yer li´l "fam"

LOL. I see what you knuckleheads are tryina do. Only YOU AIN´T DOIN IT.

Fall the fukk back and observe how it´s REALLY DONE.



How you gone call yaself "Kam-fam", n´ NEVER fukked with Jim Jones???
Ya´ll some generic wannabe-´Zookahs, a buncha hoes with michrophones!
Tryina fukk wit´ ma swag, ya´ll NEED ta leave that shit alone!
Ya´ll are out there, stuck somewhere, n´can´t bring it home!
I bring it to where ya loved ones, rest they headz at.
You BEEN talkin that shit, n´now it´s too late to retract that!
I´m somin like Akon or Em, the way I bitch-slap that.
N´ SMACK that! No dvd´s needed.
Is ya´ll MAAD stoopid? Or jus´ CRAAAZY weeded??
I gut n´ "school" this fish, before it gets depleted.
An´ ya´ll claim to know hip hop??! Just look at how you treat it!
You´re too old to ack like 5-even Michael I´ll tell ya, beat it!
You kids be, hatin on my game, everytime that you read it.
Every other word I spit, you wanna flip, bounce n´ run with!
Handz ain´t gone be clappin dawg, I´m talkin ´bout that gunshit!
WHO the fukk gassed these clowns up, n´ didn´t tell ´em that RUN SHIT??!
Wanna do battle with Tha ´Zookah? I´ll sink yer 44-gun ship!
Don´t even need to bring my A-game, to hurt you cunts with.
Real rap, niguz know my shit is Phat, from here to Brunswick!
No shit. Like Beat nutz, I´m gettin "props ovah here".
N´ cats feel me in Philly, I´m gettin props over THERE.
Ain´t NOBODY like ME! I can´t find a peer,
Even Aussies know I don´t front, I´m gettin props EVERYWHERE.
I NEVER came with my hat, I brought that CRACK, let´s make that quite clear!
Spittin that "white rock", n´ I ain´t talkin ´bout root beer!
Shieet! I´ll phuccen, shave my head-just to "get ya´ll outta my hair"
Mr Miyagi told me "logg off- logg on" But when I do, ya STILL there! (LMAO)
I KNOW you hate the way I put my foot down, n´ drop SKILL here!
Cuz ya´ll ain´t really kickin, like sum garbage footwear!

(givin ya half a sec to breathe, ´fore I murk ya AGAIN!)

...Speakin of garb, ya´ll is low-cal, I´m low carb.
Means I hold that WEIGHT n´ the HEAT.
You sweet like corn syrup n´ starch!
You some "April fools" talkin´bout "troopin it out", like you gone "march"!
Tha only way you´ll ever march, is in a gay-pride parade!
N´ I´m always down witta gay bashing, I´ll break ya´ll Super Dave!
Ya´ll SO far up eachothers ass, I think you tryina see how poop is made. (LOL)
U fudge packin bitches! Switch hitters, playin for bof´ teams!
You some weak ass crackers, I call ´em, "Ovaltines".
Wanna make it interesting? We can wager a few beans.
I TOLD YA, I´m CRACK! I done smoked a few FIENDS!!
More combos than Kimbo? You NEED ta quit bitin!
I ain´t sayin you "pee wees" are Herman, but the resemblance is STRIKING!
N´ Illuminati?? Ya´ll ain´t know the half of the half, of what that´s about.
I got your 33 degrees, right here. So shut yer mouf´!
U tryina bring my name up, and put it next to "average"??
When all you faggets, really KNOW that I´m savage!
Fantastic like Mr Fox! I´ll stew you rabbits!
Ya´ll sum vegetarians, I´ll pressure-cook your "cabbage"!
I lower tha boom on ya, then OWN ya!
N´ brandish these mavericks!
I gotcha noobs all figured-now ain´t THAT a bitch?
N´ stop bitin YOUR swag??? U bitches flatter yaselves!
You don´t "murder ink" or "kill sheets", when you copy off someone else!
Lyricism ain´t dead, I´m it´s personal trainer!
And WHOS´S really holdin it down with SKILLZ? (ME), that´s a NO brainer!
U some paraplegic rappers, n´ ya bars couldn´t be lamer.
There´s lyin´ bastards and lion tamers, n´ you ain´t lion tamers!
On sum Rambo shit, they threw "first blood", n´ THIS is my disclaimer.
I ain´t even gotta diss ya momz, you did a GOOD job of shamin´ her!!


LOL, LMAO, Jjfhhfihergtrgnjrnghweinfjnfhefrnuefncf!!


















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