Chemical X -
*****, you claim to be a Blood, but let's get all the s**t straight,
If I threw you out in the ocean, even sharks wouldn't call you fishbait.
You no-flow whack b***h, your words sound tossed like your a**, a salad,
At least what I write has sense, like Shakespeare and his ballads.
Aye Blood, what's good? Say "SU" in my hood and it'll rain lead,
I got Norte's on the yard that'll crack you and leave you brain dead!
Now let's see who you're jockin'.... Wiz and T-GOD, Tyga, Pain and Fabo?
I've been spittin' harder than them niggas
de cabo a rabo.
So don't try and come at me while you tote a fake gun,
I got 99 problems, but yo' diss ain't one.
I've gotta really bad itch, but yo' b***h was fun,
I spit fire, magnifier of the UV rays from the Sun.
In the name of
Mac Dre... REST IN PEACE,
I'll turn this battle into a warzone like I was Bush in the Middle East.
Try and rise up, then I'll punch you down like you were bread filled with yeast,
Then carve you up on a table, and serve you as a dish at my Thanksgiving Feast.
*Not tryin' to start a gang beef, just a diss...
Ya' digg?