Hell March

[Round 1: Dizaster] Yo that shit you did last night was fucking gay! But regardless lets get this battle underway Because I'd rather get buried alive Than have to deal with a piece of shit like you for another day This battle is like the Alpha versus the Omega Yeah you the start of it all But I have evolved and became far greater I am like Michael Angelo the archangel If he was a dark natured art painter Painting a picture of heart failure Look at the all the trash In your iPod player Running in circles on these tracks Only to roll in a cage and you crashed like a NASCAR racer I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer On stage with a ball of chain, a barbarian on paper Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer Allahu Akbar, a battling rap god slash bar maker Bar Mitzvah glass jaw breaker Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em I'm a guitar player like John Mayer Fuck a long saber like.. I ain't Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god save em -like Bart's neighbors Stop hating you all haters Open your dome before that long scope Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan Walking around cross faded giving you those raw hay makers You gon get bars straight from this foreigners phone like jail breaker I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman Since you don’t wanna sit in the yard and do hard labor Got your memory scarred but you gon' remember this all later Don’t worry at all player Its all saved on your Sega memory card data Along with the rest of your outdated Raps Next to your packs of Garcia Vega Cigar Papers If I catch your mama joggin' in cross trainers I'ma go across her face with a Mach razor Then walk away from her cause I'm a heart breaker This ain't an arcade or a game at all crossing me on an off day is like Tossing a piece of large bait to jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda Still surround you with so much Watts around you You gon' feel like you got tasered Hear a blast and see a flash from far like a massive star quasar Laser hit you in your facial tissue like acne scar laser For that white powder A deuce deuce will leave little holes in your top like salt shaker Then I'll finish it off with a big cap on your head like a park ranger And if I don’t got it with me on DECK your gettin CUT like a Las Vegas' card player And I ain't playing with you at all bitch, I ain't a dog trainer Man you hell of a pussy for the shit you did last night I could tell you nervous right now by how you moving your hands right Yeah please don’t fuck with me You already know what's up with me You brought all your homies with you because you didn’t do it without your company Scarface.. fuck you gon do now? Oh, oh he can't battle without your mothafuckin' crew now Yeah, exactly you cannot match me You had wack punchlines wheelchairs in Degrassi Fuck do you mean dawg? Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you Somethin' been wrong with you You been a bit {whistle} off tempo ever since you popped out of the coma you dropped into Bars no longer hard hittin' he's all filler after the doc stitched you You went from artistic to autistic Mentally challenged and part crippled From all the brain damage and scar tissue That caused him to suffer so much permanent memory loss that you don’t know whether or not something is wrong with you And I left that part open to symbolize how you completely forgot who you are the moment that car hit you Amnesia is a motherfucker... And at this current rate he wake up everyday in the same reoccurring state Where he look in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person he face Feels so disturbed from it he feels like the person that's facin' him is violating his personal space He's a groundhog that’s why he wakes up and writes the same verse everyday It's like every part of his memory that’s short term was erased I feel bad for your wife because she probably feels like Shes fucking the bitch Adam Sandler was fuckin' in the first 50 Dates That’s kind of a low blow I shouldn’t have made fun of that car crash That was some hard shit to live through But I chalked it up to bad karma See most people don’t believe in karma anymore but obviously I still do Cause for instance you got famous for killin' a Freeway then a couple of years later You got famous again when a freeway almost killed you Don't ask me to give a fuck I ran out of fucks to give I hope you get in another car accident This time with your baby mother and kid and instead of dying you end up being the only one of them that lives What? Yeah that was a low blow I know doe doe Take a photo oh I'm 'bout to roll up and pop [?] to his fo’ do Oh no, he's probably gonna go and PC again and talk to the po po How you gon talk shit about Meek Mill you’ve been a Dream Chaser Fell the fuck off the scene and become a free baser Ill put five to the side of your car like Speed Racer Then have you run away car explodin' in the background like the cover of Peacemaker Yeah you could act up you get slashed up and hacked up left on your back stretched cutty I'll fuck your ass up I'll stab you into the past tense buddy You ain't survivin' this crash The impact will pry you in half Fly through the glass as the dash gets bloody Cass' take your last breath cause you gon' catch wreck faster than the crash test dummy Big Daddy Kane told me No Half Steppin' You half step it’s a wrap You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy Yo you know why this dude Cass' act real funny? I don’t know cause he talks about his battle with Freeway like the four touchdowns he scored back in high school you the black Al Bundy Y'all wanna know another reason why Cass' acts real funny? I don’t know he claims he gettin' bitches and he pimpin' But really he Married With Children cause he like the black Al Bundy Y'all wanna know another reason why he act real funny? I don’t know because he had a hit but after the show was over him and Kelly went separate ways... You the black Al Bundy [Round 1: Cassidy] Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape Street to fuck up our battle yesterday And that was extra gay You took the bitch ass route Scared that I was gonna fly Math out here to knock ya bitch ass out I bare arms grizzly style, and if I'm hungry for the chicken That heat'll spin you around rotisserie style You was rich as a child, never wanted for shit And you ain't never run the strip, you just running your lips I know you wish you had a shorter nose I wish your mom had a miscarriage and you was born in a toilet bowl Or your dad splashed you right on your mama face Cause you like a hermaphrodite, a dickhead with a Regina face The nose, the clit, your mouth is the pussy hole So don't get the lips on your pussy swole playin' that pussy role I got bars like phone car reception But stay strapped like back packs, gat black, Biggie Smalls complexion You Ready To Die? That .38 special lead like special ed It'll teach you retards a lesson I grip that thing and I'm aiming in y'all direction Hit ya abdomen and strangle your man and 'em with your small intestines I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary And you just a son of a bitch and it's hereditary If I was Math, you'd be dead already Your picture on a obituary, bullet holes in your head already I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga, dumb nigga You lost more battles than you won nigga I ain't never lost one nigga You playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun nigga And where the fuck is you from nigga Iran, Pakistan or Lebanon? Never mind, I don't give a shit you fucking immigrant I hope you green card get revoked you fuckin' degenerate Explain this shit, you freestyle for free on some beginner shit With the pen I'm sick, penmanship, I get paid to spit And you ain't gettin' paid shit If you add up all the money that you made from every battle that you ever had That wouldn't even be half of what I'm getting paid for this You make me sick, your rap style awkward as hell You act all wild and rap loud You think your bars sound hard cause you yell? And you was in a group called Krack City But never sold no crack in your city, that's retarded as hell Ayo this kid a clown I want y'all to hear my impersonation of how corny this nigga sound {Impersonating Dizaster} I'm authentic, my brain is large, augmented My car rented, it's cause your Swisher switching cigar scented I'm barbaric with bars but never bartended Yo I go hard wit it, spitting poison, I'm arsenic You could get punished you could get it if you want it Your stomach I'll carve into it, then poke it open and barf in it I'll cum in your moms box and let my cock spar with it Put something hard in it, go hard in it Then pull out then stick my whole arm in it Pull out her cervix and then tell her to suck my dick That's how you really fuck a bitch Look at his eyebrows this nigga hostile Like, "Damn that man sound better than me with my style." I had to mimic how your style sound To prove I can shit on you with any style I'm moving my bows now, I'm the king bow down And next time you get a cut, make the barber trim the eyebrows down My fans like, "Cass' you the best." Damn right I was battling before the cameras and the damn mics Before Facebook, before Twitter and Instagram lights Worldstar, Vlad, Youtube and all' em damn sites I ain't battled in 12 years but I'm so damn nice I hand write raps that's crack Klu Klux Klan white Yes your ass an A-Rab, but you not the Taliban type Cause you ain't never pop off a chopper your whole damn life Plus you an Atheist who don't believe that God exist You went from Allahu Akbar to a Scientologist You a homo, so I understand why you switch Cause Islam don't accepts faggots that like ridin' dick And how you Grape Street, fruit cup? You wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight Banana clips'll crack your coconut The toast will bust, remove everything from your shoulders up Listen ya head missin', the coffin can't open up You chokin' up like an asthmatic that smoke too much Dawg you like a K-9 cop, sniff coke too much I'm like shootin Up in a vein and my dick dope as fuck My bars raw and all of your bars is baking soda'd up Like having sex with a fractured pelvis you broke us fuck You [?] and got no chicken; veggie store I have four dollars and flip that Bought a soda, two Dutches, some chips and a Kit Kat Nah forget that, I got a quarter mill to kill this cat Bought an M4, two K's and some Macs all big gats Then I went to see my connect like, "Where the bricks at?" He made me spend, I paid for ten, but brought twenty bricks back Then I brought my chick back a Khloe and the Fendi And used twenty grand worth of benji for the gift wrap Me against this bitch is a mismatch Cause every line I rhyme is a punch But I could beat him with bitch smacks [Round 2: Dizaster] Alright look man you called me an immigrant Pfft you wanna call me a Arab? Talk shit about that, well that’s some shit I do not understand Hell yeah I’m a immigrant I’m Palestinian cause if shit is real (Israel) I don’t gotta sling shots You could get rocked with these hands Do you understand? That you wack and I hate the way that you act You always talk shit about people and reference how they’re gay when they rap But you’ve been accused of having AIDS it don’t get gayer than that You said I’m a atheist I’m not dawg that's a fucking lie It don’t mean I don’t believe in something just cause I don’t believe that there's an invisible man that whispers to me in the sky You might be a little ridiculous, cause back in the days Hold on let me tell you a story from way back Way back before Daylyt got his face tat When all you had was your fucking five XL white T’s with your dirty wave cap You used to rap about how you blaze gats and slang packs until you caught a case fast You went to jail then came back You changed paths you went from sprayin' caps To Christian faith raps you're a hypocrite I hate that Cause now you back to the same Cass' that gangsta Cass' that I bang Cass' Once again you came back after Jesus saved yo' fake ass So this ain't even a welcome home party for you This is technically like welcoming Ma$e back Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, Pastor Faggot And now hes back and he's gat holdin' What a bad omen He got locked up and found God and came out as a black Mormon This motherfucker reminds me of Dragonball Cause as soon as he got in a cell he started transformin' He don’t understand whats happening here He likes to whisper in mans ear This cat's a fuckin' bitch when he's performin' Look how you went like Notorious BIG how you turned to Faith But you ain't never gon get into Heaven with that dirty face I'm pretty sure one of the main requirements to get through the pearly gates Is not bragging about havin a murder case But you forgivin'...you forgiven tho He's a born again Christian virgin Fuck his image I guess this fuckin' image isn’t workin' What good is being religious when you're just a shitty person? This fool went on the Breakfast Club and spit some Jesus raps and nobody was feelin' it Soon as he left the radio station Charlemagne was lookin at the co-host like, "Damn. What a fuckin idiot." What you need to do is stop claiming you're a killer when you a Christian cause it makes you sound like an idiot You need to tell these people, who you really is That Philly kid, who got famous for claimin' a murder that he never really did Yeah tell these people all the facts here really How you ran your mouth and almost got smacked by Gilly How your man caught a body for you You left him starving and that’s why you can't come back to Philly Tell these people how you no longer a Philadelphia boy Tell these people how you moved out and you a New Jersey resident boy Them OG’s on the block are like Japanese chefs Cause soon as they smell something fishy You got cut that’s how people in Philadelphia roll What now you got Bloods you payin' to protect you Cause you ain't nothing but a clown What you should do is take that money and give it to OBH cause they the ones that held you down Maybe if you woulda taken care of Ab, you wouldn’t have been ran out of your fuckin' town Can't come back to his pack in Philly, cause to be blunt ever since he got cut, he ain't had the guts to stick around I spoke to your OG's, Mr. Majors, AR-AB, I’ve been talkin to all of them they told me All them cats from OBH, you phony You never sold drugs, them coke deals are fictional stories The only time you push keys is when you use them to lock the door on your homies How could anyone call you loyal? Your own block disowned you Your man caught a body you were in the crib cryin' He outside putting his life and catchin, poppin' for you What, What oh that ain't true? That ain't true? Then why you fuckin talkin during the verse Why you reacting to it Cause you know it's true shit It's fuckin with you it's fuckin with your brain You already know that’s the type of shit that Starts fuckin with your mind starts fuckin with you insane Starts poundin' in your cerebellum fuckin up your membranes Please, please listen, cause you know you wasn’t honest AR-AB you told him you would ride with him, but you broke the promise You closed it I know you closed it regardless You a fucked up manager Cass' Real managers are supposed to open doors for their artists Well when it was time to pull the fifth out you dropped your clip And you dipped out You were supposed to use the chopper but you like Julia Roberts Cause you nothing but a bitch with a big mouth He claims he killed so many rappers that he lost count He has such a large amount of body bags that there’s bodies he forgot about But correct me if I'm wrong Aak You never even caught the body and the only body you’ve ever talked about So since when did claiming someone else's body count as a body count? You don’t bang heavy metal, last time you seen a Body Count on your hands was when Ice T put his first album out You ain't a gangster you're a rapper Cass', fuck you talkin 'bout? You was crying like a bitch when shots rung out Them large cans had you hiding inside like Oscar The Grouch Ever since Vlad aired your dirty laundry out We know that you a backstabbing fag that would let his man starve on the couch And when you was with double R We never seen Styles, Jada, Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out So the shootout you was involved in Was the only time you've ever had The Lox (locks) in the house Listen, cause he wasn’t poppin in the war when shit popped off he walked off And he blocked off the entrance door turned into Sonic The Hedgehog and he balled up on the bedroom floor Why you actin' like you the one who popped his pistol for? If everyone in this room was a mutant from X-Men, you'd be Mystique I mean you obviously that bitch of course Cause you the only one in here comfortable enough with his own skin to walk around claimin' a body that isn’t yours Fuck what you have to rap about, that's real shit [Round 2: Cassidy] You looking petrified right now I can tell its intimidation I been knew your bitch ass was texting AR Tryna find out a whole lot of information But every time you rap I hear the crowd whispering Like I ain't tryna hear this shit again, I'm tryna hear Cass spit again My women friend? Bad Boy It's All About The Benjamins You bend your men over then stick it in, bitch you feminine You think cause you sucka punch Math, that niggas fear you? Didn't you say you sucka punch Math cause that nigga dared you Well I dare you, I fucking dare you I double dare you, I triple dawg dare you You try it, my dawgs'll air you Him, him, them and every nigga standin' near you Cause I'll even hit innocent bystanders I dare you, I had to repeat it just to prepare you To die or be a paraplegic, wheelchair you Cause when gats clapping your back cracking, chiropractors And I know you not 'bout to Showout Cause I'll get my Hitman to Holla at you (And I'll knock him the fuck out!) (I'll knock him the fuck out) You know what's up boy, you know you knocked out You do not wanna box boy Everybody know that you a fuck boy And everybody know you like to fuck boys, that ain't even a mystery I always got a pretty bitch with me My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me Pretty please, I need some dick in me." I get bad hoes and you get dick in your asshole You tryna hide it, you need to come out the closet No I ain't homophobic, but nigga I'm gon' expose it Stop it, Dizaster you sweet When I rap, I rap for the streets And you...rap for the suburbs like this, rapping too much words You can't even rap to the beat Dawg I've been had plaques on the wall and all you got is plaque on your teeth If you and me happen to beef I'll catch you at the red light The shotgun, shotgun in the passenger seat You would wet your pants begging for a second chance I'm blastin' the heat, I don't sympathize You'll get sent to God, Pimp Your Ride Give you all red interior It'll be an exhibit (Xzibit) of a natural Dizaster after they bury ya This like a dog fight, but I'm superior You like a Labrador and I'm more like Pitbull Terrier A show stopper, flow hotter than Nigeria So chicks like me, wrist icey like Siberia I just bought a gold watch, with those rocks Yellow like the bumble bee on a Cheerios box So I wear it everywhere now, cause its exclusive It look like my watch and Medusa just had a stare down So hoes be pulling they underwear down And start finger popping their damn Regina Then hop on this Anaconda I put it on my grandmama grave, I'm a grinder I got insomnia I don't need no damn pajamas, no sleeping I'm up early for the cake, so I'm eatin' But listen, what I'm whippin in the kitchen ain't Aunt Jemima You gotta have a steady hand when you blam the Llama Cause the 5th'll kick and it could sprain your frickin' wrist The fiends know, I seen more snow than Saint Nicholas The night before Christmas, my flip game ridiculous And I pitched the zips of cocaine cousin? Cause a lot of niggas fuckin wit Molly, that bitch promiscuous I gain support cause I'm a flamin' torch Yep I'm heap, but fuck a beat I don't need no track for my train of thought For the dollar signs, I sign my name on the dotted line Shit, I'm in my bag, try me, it's colostomy time You need to transform, Optimus Prime Cause you ain't got a dime, you still livin with your pop and your mom In your room under the covers on your bed Tryna cover your ear so you won't here your pop poppin' your mom I'm the hustla, you not on your grind So you couldn't walk in my shoes even if we wore the same size shoes I been a fly dude, screw more chicks than niggas get their whole life In my first semester in high school That's why at school I did it big, Humpty Hump nose Done lie, in school you got punched and got your lunch stole I been official, this nigga got mental issues You must've got dropped on year head at a couple months old You've been retarded since an infant So I swear I'm about to air you out like a car tire when the rim bent You can't front chump I got so many punches and bars after this battle you gon be punch drunk They put an Arabian nerd from the Suburbs Tryna have a nigga swag up against Mr. Cass? My bars goes over niggas heads like a mistletoe So you can kiss my ass if you think this nigga sick as Cass This nigga trash And you wanna know what else rhyme with trash Dizaster? Ya cab-dispatcher A swagless rapper Arabic bachelor That fuck with boys on the low like a Catholic pastor [Round 3: Dizaster] Your a hell of a fucking weirdo bro You said I got dropped on my head a couple of months old No, but you got dropped on your fucking head a couple of years ago It's one thing to be confident Its another thing to have blind folded cockiness See all you do is be coming off in blogs and be talking shit sounding like a retarded gimp Coming off like Erykah Badu Cause at one time you use to have Common Sense I mean whats wrong with you dawg Nowadays you like the boy who cried wolf tickets Tryna provoke me with false threats Cause I guess that's what you gotta do when you have a Napoleon Complex You ain't a gangsta, you an actor performing his role while his on set Part of this big ass metaphoric context See you, stop frontin' like a soldier and you really want combat Before you get shot and sent home with only one arm like a former Vietnam vet You ain't from the army you don't pop TECs That's an invisible cloak, an image that's not really there You were never seen in the Philadelphia projects Hold on, I sense a force field coming The same people that said I wouldn't beat you Are the same people that said Hollow wouldn't kill Budden Say you gangsta then go peel something AB told me you wasn't on the field four fifths gunnin' You was clicking both hills running, you a fucking oatmeal muffin You don't hold steal, and even if you did, you still won't kill nothin' But blunt trauma force concussion Get your whole grill crushed in Crawling out of the Oldsmobile looking like roadkill I got no chill button Cassidy the hustler back on the block doing phone bill numbers Carmelo gave him a million dollars he fucked it off And ended up broke still and got no deal from it Always sitting talkin' about how he chopped a whole big onion Running your mouth about all these coke deals frontin What coke deals? It's like been at the poker table Cause I know you're bluffin, but you ain't the player You the house keeper when they hear folks cussin' Cause you already know that you won't deal nothing Such a fucking mark Tryna play those type of games Dawg I'm a fucking light you up cause my game type insane With these bars I crafted, it's like a complex art My thoughts are graphic Imagine a collage full of visual bars from Leonardo's hand Which makes it harder to brush me off once I start to draw you this canvas A blank rap sheet Full of post-dramatic flashes from car crashes And you might've cruised through a Philly Freeway But right now your in Los Angeles and you caught up in traffic You can't be calling out rappers like Marshal Mathers When all you have is nursery bars Let me show you what a strong vocab is You holographic, monosyllabic, robotic and bland Monotone having ass, retarded sub par washed up mediocre four bar patterns Brought an armed body guard that walked into the dress con' with him like Kevin Costner Cause that's how much of a fraud his ass is Yep He had a Bounty guard him from getting washed That's the reason you softer than cotton fabric softner And we ain't cut from the same cloth that Cass is Yeah I seen you, all up on those blogs with Vlad Talkin', runnin' your mouth with your fucking bobble head fuckin Bob Saget retarded glasses His fucking Bob Saget fucking goggle glasses Running his mouth like a socially awkward ass off brand bubble head looking retarded faggot Lets talk about how Jim Jones snapped on you And AB had to step in cause you almost got yo' ass whipped Or how when you saw the body, you started to panic That's when your boys pulled your card like magic Cause you were suppose to aim the thang, but you turned David Blaine Soon as you saw someone in a box You completely disappeared from the spot and vanished Cause that gangsta role is just an act, you ain't problematic You just a fake animated character with a real person riding on your side like Roger Rabbit Yeah you put on some classics, like been on an R Kelly song and...that's it Yeah its pretty cool, alright but that was hot But when you go from that to lyin' 'bout been sponsored by a condom packet It's safe to say your career's suffered a lot of damage Especially when you go from the top hundred charts to the bottom bracket And land in the same catalog as Math Hoffa's garbage track That's along with every other lost New York rapper that ever put out a song on DatPiff But his team always reaching for the highest amount of green Look at their long giraffe necks You went ya whole life talking about the gwap and crossing assets You went ya whole life chasing that chunk of ice Til you finally found it and became your downfall, you are the Titanic Cause after you fell off your pendant got jacked bitch You know the pendant from Jack's bitch You fucking wack bitch It's still 14-19 seconds, why you tryin' to act bitch? Why you talkin' through my shit? [Cassidy] I ain't talkin', I'm just...laughin' [Dizaster] You said in a blog that you're the one who started battle rap And before that you smoked a bowl of crack and you dropped some acid If you think you started SMACK, then you a Molly addict I don't know what they got you on after the car crash But you must've got a doctors pass for popping Xanax Who the fuck brought this synthetic hero in My bars are like Oxy tablets I'll fucking catch you in the fucking hood And pop up with a large tool like a car mechanic Sparking at random objects like their target practice Fuck around with that long assault rifle With the Mag pulled, folding stock, with the mad grip long Scope on it, wit the lens on it thicker than my grandma's glasses {Diz gets time called on him} [Round 3: Cassidy] I'm so official, I hold the pistol put my finger cross the trigger And pop like father figures I ain't trying to hear (hair) nothin' That metal start choppin' like barber scissors I'll snap and give you head shots like barber pictures But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand I'll put to your head and let that thing cut like barber clippers But since the DA be chargin' niggas You gotta have the right plan to shorten a niggas life span You take a life man, you could get a life man If a snitch sit right on the stand and be the prosecutor hype man Lift his right hand and be in there pointin' But I got bread, I'll put money on your head like a hair appointment And nah we not gon call cops, we all pop Scar shots give you bold spots like near the ointment Now, who use Head & Shoulders when their hair dirty? Alright, well I'll blow his head off his shoulders, do this nigga head dirty That was a head scheme, some of y'all got it But them bars when over some of y'all heads like hair cream My wife nice, that's dick head mean I'm not single but can make every single bitch in here cream Cause I'm a freak, my wife freaky too She my boo we will screw at least two bitches every week or two Watch as I keep a few, Ice smoother the face So bright It'll make you cover your face like you playing peek a boo I got a Hawk and a Eagle too That's why I let bullets fly and Smoke em on and Poke em on, Pikachu Only that person that deceivable believe its true When you say you clap gats, that's unbelievable No one believing you, you never shot shit I'll pop and make you shit on yourself, that's why I pop shit I'm fly no cockpit I throw birds with no feathers I cop in the park and counter clock whip But you ain't never cop shit How you got blocks on lock with no keys nigga, you gon need a locksmith I'm on some get gwap shit Your chicken low man (Lo Mein), doodle I'ma chew you -no chopsticks I jot shit on some think out of the box shit Look I got him shook on some Michael J. Fox shit You a comedian actin' the fool And was on the Total Slaughter show tryna sing on some Jamie Foxx shit You lost to Daylyt, got dropped bitch And was feeling bad, really mad, suicidal On your Robin Williams bad, really sad, about to kill yourself Don't know why you didn't You should've took a dirt nap if you were tired of livin' R.I.P Obviously you lost hope cause you always broke but you could die for free See life come with a price you never pay So not committing suicide the worst mistake that you ever made But now I'm choosing to help I'm killin' you in this battle, since you ain't have the bars to do it yourself How you soft then rapping hard, stop confusin' yourself That ain't cool Lush.. why you set this up to get this dude crushed? My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat The only time you squeeze that thing and bust is when you beat your meat What you tryna front for, I show up to your front door Chubby Jag sent address in his last text I'll mask up like Daylyt, broad daylight With two K's like Kanye's wife that's Ray J height Then I'll pop till every family member shot Infra dot, shinning red like a break light, but I ain't finna stop Car scheme, I take your life with my ice on It's like I got the high beam head lights on My wrist glow cause I get do like taekwon Rap and sell off white Smoke so much the inside of my car need fog lights Clags of smoke coming out of the gat like exhaust pipe I'll let the gun shoot and open up your sun roof The ratchet drawn you the bastard I'm a blast it on Then lean you on the side of the road with no hazards on I'm tryna re-up when the crack is gone For them oils I'll ride out, but see keys don't turn Dizaster on It's traffic on the highway to hell That's where Dizaster going I'm on the road to riches speeding past, this easy cash I'm known for spraying shit up, but I don't graffiti tag Your Middle Eastern ass should take a laxative and then eat some glass I'll eat you up then eat your food with my greedy ass See I smashed Freeway the free way, I ain't need the cash I had to do it to Free, but now I don't do it for free To go through me you gotta pay, I ain't a easy pass You sound wack to me when you rap {Time gets called on Cassidy}