i just dont give a f*** about cat who trhow lame linez/
erbody thinks in whack coz my ish tearing them apart/
this is just jealosy which i saw from the start/
how ironic for you to call me a retard/
they even accuse me of mustarbating/
thats exageration and dismotivation/
so from now mad gon keep on hatin/
real thugs dont all off they keep the ish blazin/
next time mad drops barz its gon be a** choppin/
next time he drops a line, its gona smell gay ish/
u wanna test my ish, you better wear a bullet proof/
once it comes back hittin, it'l be like its shia lebouf/
diss me again you may have your dads dick for supper/
and your mom's breasts for late afternoon dinner/
your dead death threats wouldnt scare a kid locked in a palace alone/
you cats sound old modern, like the monotone ringtones/
i throw bullets on you and you respond with stones/
f***ing faggots, even chicks are now thugs/
ag has been whack since seven sense came up/
no wonder why they all weak, she turned them to gay snubs/
my lame lines cause katrina-like storms in your mind/
and your so called rhymes are a waste of space and time/
everybody thinks you're wack coz a spade will be a spade/
call it that/ not a big spoon/ you need to up your game/
my jealousy's reserved for the heads with real skill/
and what you put across is fake like a 30 Rand bill/
retarded yes you are/ i aint have to look far/
you diss 7-Sense just to get your dick hard/
if i exaggerate its just to get my point across/
"dismotivation'" is a sign of lack of thought/
you can keep hatin son/ you are what you are/
you're like that neighborhood cat thats always at the bar/
the one that didn't use it right/ though he had it all/
the one that talk trash about US the hood stars/
'real thugs don't fall off'?/they go behind bars/
RapSkola stay shinin/ hoppin in an outa cars/
you said your next ryhymes are gonna be a** choppin/
you say that all the time/ when you ever get it poppin?/
i'll wear a bullet proof when your style graduates/
its still wearin daipers/ check mine, it levetates/
i'll eat your dick fo dinner, but/ first you have to grow one/
your IQ's nill/ Dude you really are the slow one/
i never threaten kids/ if ido, then you're the first/
if it helps you sleep better/ i'll be the driver of your hearse/
my monophone flow sounds old and old's gold/
if yours and mine were auctioned, yours is cheap/ mines sold/
so while yo throw bullets/ i shoot you wit my stones/
big boys come out and play/ Mad, you can stay home...
