Dizaster Vs. Cassidy

[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 arkangel 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 Im a gargantuan hall of famer On stage with a ball of chain, a barbarian on paper Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer Alahu 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 pickem 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 barts neighbors Stop hating you all haters Open your dome before that longscope Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan Walking around cross faded given you those raw haymakers You gon get bars straight from this foreigners phone like jailbreaker 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this all later Don’t worry at all Player Its all saved on your Sega Memory Card Data Along with the rest of your Outdated Raps Next to your packs of Garcia Vega Cigar Papers If I catch your momma joggin in cross trainers Ima go across her face with a mach razor Then walk away from her cause im 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 A grave robber, robbin bodies for Al Queda 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 whats 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 motha fuckin crew now Yeah exactly you cannot match me You had wack punchlines wheelchairs in degrassi Fuck do you mean dog? Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you Something 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 hes 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 Whos facing him is violating his personal space Hes a groundhog that’s why he wakes up and writes the same verse everyday Its 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 Dont 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 Im about to roll up and pop the ? to his fo’ do Oh no hes 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 exploding in the background like the cover of Peacemaker Yeah you could act up you get slashed and hacked up left on your back stretched cutty Ill fuck your ass up Ill 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 highschool you the black Al Bundy Yall wanna know another reason why cass acts real funny I don’t know he claims hes getting bitches and he pimpin But really he married with children cause hes like the black Al Bundy Yall 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 your bitch ass out I bare arms grissly 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 ran a 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 Momma face Caue you like a hermaphrodite, a dickhead with a Regina Face The nose, the clit, your mouth is the pussy hole So dont get the lips on your pussy swole playing 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 at y'all direciton Hit your abdomen and strangle your mans 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 its 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 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? Nevermind, I don't give a shit you fucking immigrant I hope you green card get revoked you fucking 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 getting 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 crack city But never sold no crack in your city, thats retarded as hell Ayo this kid a clown I want y'all to hear my impersonation of how corny this nigga sound (Impersonating Diz:) I'm authentic, my brain is large, off limits My car in it, ? swissha switching cigars in it? I'm barberic 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 come 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 Thats how you really fuck a bitch, Yea, Yea (Done with Impersonation:) Look at his eyebrows this nigga hostile Like Damn that man sound better than me with my style I had to mimick 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 barbar 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 thats crack klu klax 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 athias who dont believe that god exist You went from allah akbar to a scientologist You a homo, so I understand why you switch Cause Islam dont accepts faggots that like riding dick And how you Grape Street, fruit cup? You wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Banana clips'll crack your coconut The toaster bust, remove everything from your shoulders up Listen your head missing, the coffin can't open up You choaking up like an asmatic that smoke too much Dawg you like a k-nine cop, sniff coke too much I'm like shooting up in a vein and my dip dope as fuck My bars roaring all of your bars is baking soda'd up Like having sex with a fractured pelvis you broke us fuck You ?boy, got no chicken, Veggy store I have four dollars and flip that Bought a soda, 2 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 shit back to 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 max? [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 IsReal 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 thats a fucking lie It don’t mean I don’t believe in something just cause I don’t believe that theres A 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 daylight got his face tat When all you had was your fucking five XL white T’s with your 30 wave cap 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 spraying caps To Christian faith raps youre 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 Mase back Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, Pastor Faggot And now hes back and hes 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 ears This cats a fuckin bitch when hes 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 Im 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 Hes a born again Christian virgin Fuck his image I guess this fuckin image isn’t workin What good is being religious when youre 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 Charlamagne was lookin at the co-host Like damn what a fuckin idiot What you need to do is stop claiming youre 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 claiming 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 bol Tell these people how you moved out and you a new jersey resident bol 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 OGS 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 fictitional stories the only time you push keys Is when you use them to lock the door on your homies, Yeah, Yeah 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 its true shit Its fuckin with you its 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 Im wrong Acky you never even caught the body and the only body you’ve ever talked about So since when did claiming someone elses 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 your 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 your show rocking it out So the shootout you was involved in Was the only time you've ever had The Lox 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 this pistol for If everyone in this room was a mutant from x men Youd 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 claiming a body that isn’t yours Fuck what you have to rap about, thats real shit [Round 2: Cassidy] You looking petrified right now I can tell its intimidation I been knew your bitch ass was texing AR Tryna find out a whole lot of information But everytime you rap I hear the crowd whispering Like I ain't tryna hear this shit again, I'm tryna hear Cass spitt again My women friend, bad boy its all about the benjamin You bend your men over then stick it in, bitch you feminin 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 there Cause I'll even hit innocent bystanders I dare you, I had to repeat it just to prepare you To die or be a parplegic, wheelchair you Cause when gats clapping your back cracking, chiropractice And I know you not about to show out Cause I'll get my hit man to holla at you (And I'll knock him the fuck out) (I'll knock him the fuck out) You know wasup 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 gonna 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 Ive been had plaques on the wall 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 dont sympathise You'll get sent to God, pimp your ride Give you all red interior It'll be an exhibt of a natural dizaster after they bury ya This like a dog fight, but I'm superior You like a labra dog and I'm more like pit bull terrier A show stopper, flow hotter than Nigeria So chicks like me, wrist icey like Siberia I just bought a gold watch, with those ? Yellow like the bumble bee on a chereeos box So I wear it everwhere now, cause its exclusive It look like my watch and Medusa just had a stare down So hoes be pulling their underwear down And start finger popping their damn Regina Then hop on this Annaconda I put it on my grandmama grave, I'm a grinder I got insomnia I dont need no damn pajamas, no sleeping I'm up early for the cake, so I'm eating But listen, what I'm whippin in the kitchen ain't your Mama 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 cuzzin? Cause a lot of niggas fuckin wit Molly, that bitch promiscuous I gain support cause I'm a flame of torch Yep I'm heap, but fuck a beat I dont need no track for my train of thought For the doollar 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 Pap and your Mom In your room under the covers on your bed Tryna cover your ear so you won't here your Pap 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 Thats why at school I did it big, humpty hump moves Done lie fool, you got punched and got your lunch took I been official, this nigga got mental issues You must've got dropped on year head at a couple months old You've been retarted 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 champ 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 swagg 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? Your cab-dispatcher A ? rapper Arabic bachelor That fuck with boys on the low like a catholic pastor [Round 3: Dizaster] Your a hell of a fucking wierdo 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 Its one thing to be confident Its another thing to have blind folded cockiness See all you do is be coming off them 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 thats what you gotta do when you have a Napolean 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 dont pop techs Thats an invisible cloak, an image thats not really there You were never seen in the Philladelphia projects Hold on, I sense a forcefield coming The same people that said I wouldn't beat you Are the same people that said Hallow wouldn't kill Budden Say you gangsta then go pail something? AB told me you wasn't on the field 4fifth gunnin You was clicking both hills running You a fucking oatmeal muffin You dont hold steal, and even if you did You still won't kill nothing But Blunt trauma false concussion Get your whole grill crushed in Crawling out of the automobile looking like roadkill I got no chill Budden Cassidy the hustlah 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 talking about how he chopped a whole big onion Running your mouth about all these coke deals frontin What coke deals? Its like been at the poker table Cause I know you are 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 mart? Tryna play those type of games Dawg I'm a fucking light you up Cause my game type insane With these bars I crafted, Its like a complex art My thoughts are graphic Imagine a collage full of visuable 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 hollographic, monosyllabic, no body can blam? ? no having, ass retarded some car washed up mediocre four bar patterns Brought an armed body guard that walked into the dress con with him like Kevin Costner Cause thats how much of a fraud his ass is, Yep He had a bounty guarding him from getting washed Thats 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 Running 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 your ass whipped Or how when you saw the body, you started to panic Thats 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 dissapeard from the spot and vanished That gangsta role is just an act, you ain't problematic You just a fake animated charcacter With a real person riding on your side like Roger Rabbit Yea you put on some classics, like been on an R Kelly song and thats it Yea its pretty cool.. Alright but that was hot But when you go from that to lying about been sponsored by a condom packet It safe to say your career's suffered alot of damage Especially when you go from the top hundred shots to the bottom bracket And land in the same catalogue as Math Hoffa's gargbage track Thats along with every other lost New York rapper that ever put out a song on Dat Piff But his team always reaching for the highest amount of green Look at their long giraffe necks You wit your whole life talking about the gwap and crossing assets You wit your 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 You said in a blog that your the one that 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 dont 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 wood 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 Mac pulled, folding stock, with the mad grip long Scope on it, wit the lens on it ? dream on the glasses? [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 nothing That metal start chopping like barbar scissors I'll snap and give you head shots like barbar pictures But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand I'll put to your head and let that thing cut like barbar clippers But since the DA be charging 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 pointing But I got bread, I'll put money on your head like a hair appointment And Naw we not gon call cops, we all pop Scar shots give you bold spots like near the ointment Now, who use head and 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, thats 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 ma boo we will screw atleast two bitches every week or two Watch as I keep a few, Ice smotther 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 Thats 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, thats unbelievable No one believing you, You never shot shit I'll pop and make you shit on yourself, thats why I pop shit I'm fly no cockpit I throw birds with no feathers I copp in the park and counter clock whip But you ain't never copp 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, Noodle Ima chew you -no chopsticks I jot shit on some think out of the box shit Look I got him shook on some Michal J. Fox shit You a comedian actin the fool And was on the Total Slaughter show tryna sing on some Jamie Fox 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 living 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 commiting suicide the worst mistake that you ever made But now I'm choosing to help I'm killing you in this battle, since you ain't have the bars to do it yourself Rapping soft then rapping hard, stop confusing yourself That ain't cool Lush.. Why you set this up to get this dude crashed? My tool bust, yea I keep the heat The only time you squeeze 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 to K's like Kanye's wife thats Ray Jay 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 Its like I got the high beam head lights on My wrist glow Cause I get gold like Tyquan 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 reup when the crack is gone For them oils I'll ride out, but see keys dont turn dizaster on Its traffic on the highway to hell Thats where dizaster going I'm on the road to riches speeding past, this easy cash I'm known for spraying shit up, but I dont graffiti that 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 dont do it for free To go through me you gotta pay, I ain't a easy pass