Gun Shot Part 2 (5 Ela Diss)

[Verse 1] Enter my realm, I'm what hell brings Killing off blood suckers quicker than Van Helsing Soon as the bell rings you can tell things Are about to happen I'm cool as that You Mr. Belding Ring the alarm, I remain calm Chilling in the building like a bomb threat You ain't even armed yet C4 strapped to my nuts, I got the bomb sex Bitches put my dick on their lips like it was Comex Living like it's boardwalk or park place property You cheap like the purple piece of shit on Monopoly Hunch back, shooter from out of the Land Cruiser You can die hard or fall off worse than Hans Gruber Your man's ruder than most, cuts [?] Run fast, they hit you slowdown like Grand Puba Black and red pumas my brother laced em crazy When the best friends were murding cats in the mid 80's The kid shady don't ever test, you seem skeptical I'm a dick I don't hang from other mens testicles Back again to wreck a few, let the weapon loose Crazy like a clansman at an African festival You want beef, bring the vegetables I supply the broth, I season your little chest When the cannon fire off I'm more than a threat, I'm a walking promise of death And death is only promised to us When you all out of breath I stand alone in the dark with four corners and spark Light the room up and go out for a midnight walk The kid might talk, fuck it I'm out and about clowning Dick inside your spouses mouth as she start drowning Long dick your momma, I hate to degrade women In your kitchen buzzing drinking a 40 on thanksgiving Ain't nobody fucking with the kid I'm feeling cocky I'm early to the office and I'm pissing in the coffee If your last name ain't Christ, you can't stop me 9 millis end your happy days like Patzi You saw me at the cypher my nigga that wasn't shit I get busy with the rhymes my homie, that wasn't it I'm the Frank Nitty of D12 holding a Tommy Riding on the outside of the Chevy ready to party The boy spitting like he didn't sell a couple mil' Like he didn't make history when he signed his deal [Verse 2] And you ain't even dope, I run through your whole roster And dunk your mom's face in the tank at Red Lobster Stomp a Mudd ho, and Mudd ho for walking I'm going gung-ho on you dumb hoes for talking Y'all was just dissing each other and talking tough shit Get off D12, y'all give each other enough dick A bunch of mad rappers, y'all niggas ain't even has beens A has been used to be something, y'all niggas ass Talking about y'all at the funeral they were clapping But most people clap when they witnessing pure acting I slap you all around this booth nigga Worse than the day in New York when Proof did it (you remember that shit Thyme) Dirty Lookin' butter ball dread head I see you And Mudd looking sicker than a dry-faced weasel Funny thing, he just saw me at Drews Two months ago he gave me a hug looking confused I was like Thyme give me your number, he said "cool" If you had beef you should'a fronted and made a move Probably cause you knew I would'a boxed your ass out Let you hit me once than I woulda knocked your ass out And why didn't we ask Mudd if he was ok He saw Proof died, went into work the same day To me that was plain to see that you alive, at work Sounds like you OK to me I'm speaking for myself, this is Von, it's Kuniva And 5 Ela now means men with vaginas A Runyon Ave soldia, I'm a boss, I'm a rider And y'all ain't worth the paper that you using for your fliers That's why I barely fuck with little hip hop cats They rather thug on their mousepad or in house raps When I was runnin with the real ones on the block doing things Y'all was burning incense and chewin sugar cane Y'all hated on SV, hated on Em Mudd bounced, Thyme got mad and hated on him Now you back together like a bitter old couple A little more scrawny, little to no muscle One lookin like a bulimic and aids patient The other looking like a dirty mop with a facelift Peep Proof's album and listen to Mudd Dissing Thyme and telling us how bitch that he was You wanted D12, you got one of the 5 fellas 5 Ela rhymes so good with I'm jealous This is just a warning, I give you a couple bars Nothing too deep, you walking away with a couple scars I go the Cobain route Whoever can recite a verse from y'all and say it's dope I blow my brains out Fuck a sneak diss, I ain't with the weak shit Y'all are more political, I be on some street shit Left your big brother there bleeding Got the nerve to speak nigga you should be happy you still breathing But the first one to talk to XXL, didn't wanna tell it all Because you would tell on yourself You looking real desperate and crying for attention And tell little whoopie he should cut off those extensions When they perform you might miss it Charlie Brown homie got the stage all cloudy like PigPen Imma' lay off you niggas cause you are not tough Funny that your name is Mudd, bitch you looking washed up You wanna hear the real gotcha A while back Mudd called me up to borrow a thousand dollars I looked at the phone all startled Thought to myself this nigga must'a lost his marbles I ain't fucking with you Your face lookin like God was in a rush and really had something to do You can formulate a plot and go build you a crew But to me ain't nobody bigger bitches than you Bitch!