Choppin up yer "fam"ily tree n´ turnin ya into T.P.

Choppin up yer "fam"ily tree n´ turnin ya into T.P.

I TOLD YA. Ain´t no way that you can fade me,"fam"!
Shawty get up in dat azz, like a prostate exam!
No homo. I´m exposin these swedes, like Promoe.
Slidin against tha grain, ´cuz I don´t go witta flow.
Perry Como! N´ ya´ll juss´ ain´t in the KNOW.
I´m still tha type that string a baker up, just to get sum dough!
My ole headz raised a champ, like Gus D´amato!
Ya momz raised a chump! Ya bitchez sweet like elado!
You took about 6 months, to holler back at my first diss.
You punks drew first blood, but you couldn´t finish the shit!
What I did, was flip the script. My warnin shot was a hit.
Now haters feelin sum typa way, ´cuz they pussy! N´ they just got dicked!
I blast these kids, with real LIVE shit!
My brainstorm is PERFECT. Category 5 shit!
Blaoww!
I gotcha wierdos! Square, dead centre!
What you think?? You "figure action"?
Get wrapped up like Kenner! (action figure.)
I can tell by yer weak spits, ya´ll just puny beginners.
The dumb type. That tries to lose weight. By drinking paint thinner!
Ya´ll like: It said "THINNER" on the bottle! Why my head so swolle??
Why´s my eyes bleeding? Man, my legs feel cold!
Better ack like you know, n´ try to play that role.
Ya´ll takin R-Kelly showers, talkin ´bout: We´re goin GOLD!


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My rhymes dirtier than scat bitches wearin handcuffs!