sparked a thread, now your marked for death
trying to guard your rep, by callin out the best,
callin out mad katz, with sad raps, trying to see if ur game is still intact
with all the skill u lack,
i hope u no u won't come out the victor
u strated ur own holocaust, all across, the site like hitler
but u need more then concetration, with the tracks i'm lacing
i'm blazing through every emcee i'm facing
pu$$y face it,
ur past ur prime, u get gased with rhymes,
that's right, my posion toxics,
destroy all boys like obnoxious
hop on and off the site
while i'm steady holdin on the mic
try to rejoice ur life,
by callin out everyone nice
someone's pissy, somethings fishy
old man, try to stay wit me
i hope u no
ur time has passed, ur rhymes are a$$
u the only vet, we don't respect
noone bothered by the death
of the godfather
you dont actually think that i was duckin you?
did you? ... b/tch!.. i had stuff to do/
but uuuh..now that im back lets try somethin new/
check it, fu<k you, fu<k ya crew, and ya mother too/
ima ho-controlla, rollin in a lowered nova/
prone to violence, obeyin the code of silence..
like Cosa Nostra/ ... and it goes to show ya
i'll turn you to an organ doner when the flow is over!/
my lifestyle, wife beater with the shoulder holster/
so throw ya hands up like you on a roller coaster/
catch me at scribble jam, while you with-ya-fam at disney land/
this kid is mad, cuz he got less skills than fans/
im stackin bills, in grands, you just a middleman flippin grams/
and you'll never hold a mic once i break both ya wrists and hands/
i wanna see all these wack fags carried out in black bags/
you aint a rapper you just use slang and let ya pants sag/
mutherfu<kers aint achieved nothin so you cant brag/
i love hip hop so much im jackin off to graff mags/
fu<k it, why do i even bother..
Hi, I'm Nox.. #1Rapper? (yeah) ....Meet your father/
emcees get slaughtered..
my heart colder than freezin water,
but still i keep it hotter,
im the best with punches like an undefeated boxer/
im sick with it, but dont need to see a doctor/
i hold it town like the fat kid on the teeter totter!/
you need to choose a diffrent career path, you hear that?/
get him a q-tip, he need to clear-mass amounts of ear wax/
its clear that, you already lost, and i won/
flow hot as the sun, writin each thought as it comes/
never stoppin, kill you then im stompin ya moms/
while ya father and son are just watchin for fun/
i am not the one to be cockin guns..
its noxious, i'll beat you to death with boxin gloves/
then kill the rest of ya family while im on the run/
ya'll cant stop me, yeah im cocky whenever i-rhyme/
bltch i could beat you with a verse of self-hype-lines/
im not in my right mind, but im still doin quite fine/
im that white guy, skin so bright i shine durin night time/
i know you thinkin,......"what the hell is this?/
that pathetic shlt dont posess a bit of relevence/"
but im intelligent, so i'll tell you this, then you can reminese/
you a plagerist, lookin for con-cepts to flip/
i dont even need to direct a diss to collect the win/
that didnt even rhyme and yet-it-ripped up your freshest shilt/
i flow effortless and its so evident, and most definite/
that you should holla at mos def and get a lesson on the 4 elements/
see, callin you fresh on the mic, doesnt make sense like a wife/
with 7-kids who says-she'd-lived, a cellibate life/
muhfu<kka im comin for you in the dead of the night/
crushin ya head in a vice while you deep throat the edge of my knife!/
now since i took awhile, and you bltched and complained/
ima have to kill ya sister while shes givin me brains/
then once shes finished ima ditch the remains/
and then mail you back a box full of her limbs and her veins/
but also, i've filled it fulla pinless grenades/
with wires fixed to timers and its tickin away/
set to explode in the middle of day, or any attempts to disarm/
i got a remote control to set it off wherever you are!/
if you in ya car, or the bar, or if your headed to mars/
your dead, im sick in the head like im infected with sars/
okay that punch was weak.. but still enuff to beat/
this chump,so breat bungle humph inph breat/
fu<k it, suck dlck you dumb bltch,.. this is a WARNING!
this aint even half assed, its half that, AND 6 in the morning/
disrespect this, i'll twist ya neck and diss-connect it/
get ya head split, i kick the best shlt from vic to texas/
inflictin the pain.. got all you runnin and scatterin/
and yo, btw... who the fu<k am i battlin?/
whos that cat again? damn man, what am i doin/
im blunted and boozin, this verse probly so dumb ima lose and
then record it, but still be so drunk that its useless/
last time i couldnt stand still and studdard like ruben/
ya'll would never belive all the drugs im consumin/
till you see me munchin on shrooms and puffin on cubans/
you chill with snitches and rats, them raps you kickin is wack/
this is a fact.. hes the type to look for friends on an internet chat/
and this is a fact.. that i'll be the one winnin this match/
and you might've spit on a track but noone listens to that/
so on a scale of 1-10 you like a negative 9/
so sure, you stand alone..at the opposite end of the line/
ima ten when i rhyme.. 90 percent of the time/
AYO GROSS, WHUTTUP?! I SEE A THREAD, BUT NO RHYMES... hahaha
shlt, im known to be vocally exposin these dope emcees/
theres no-body close to me, not globally or locally/
and so it seems even over-seas no opponents be/
worthy of opposin me, i could write poetry and you'd vote for me/
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blah blah blah, and somethin else/ if you aint feelin this then go **** yaself/
damn obnoxious wrote a book, #1 definately has to drop again before I can even try to judge this fairly.
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"I used to have the tre` deuce and the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose. Now i got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks, rockin fly kicks" B.I.G.