Dirty On Ya

[Verse 1: Scepaz] Mean in the flesh ain't seen it yet These kids wan beef on me internet Wha crew ya rep never affect me Either or who you pretend to be Meaningless scene hoppers Pee pee less name droppers Rocked no stage no CD You too broke main riddle me this whats a period...? Stop it no misuses the issue You ain't research what you into No radio BDP Beat Street Ain't heard a SubC release Quick to judge listen up He ain't street cause he raised in one No rapper cause he wrote one track Got give respect to get it back [Verse 1: Nihilist] Your mouth's like a marathon High horse, better get a saddle on Scepz come through like "bladdahh" gone Feels like I got the gossip girl channel on Have a bong and shut ya trap, I seen badder gronks Your opinions worth less than petty station flowers On your wedding day when you kept em waiting hours You're a waste of space, ya take the place Of tumbleweed, you're a petty, hating coward [Hook] You so so soft (We Dirty On Ya) You gangster hard (We Dirty On Ya) You not your self (We Dirty On Ya) You no rapper (We Dirty On Ya) [Verse 2: Nihilist] Ah, what ya talkin about Cut out ya tongue coz I'm bored of the sound of ya mouth Better walk the walk or I'll hit ya jaw for four like a ball in the crowd Turn it up like the opposite of what ya offers get That's turned down if ya haven't got it yet Slimy dog, lookin like ya gollems pet Wanna offer threats, get it in ya hollow head Your'e not who ya claim, bopped to the brain Stomped to the drain if you want what we got with our name SUBC, wanna say it, better say it to our face Coz I'm feelin outta place with all these gronks on my page You hating ass, reputation faking ass gronk Leave you with a gaping ass There's dues that you gotta pay to pass Or I'm comin to your house in a jason mask [Hook] [Verse 3: Scepaz] You ain't never bust a rhyme (Busta Rhymes) Might as well chase them butterflies Your lines are like a lullaby While we running the double time Vulgar lines like a vulture Signs of child you no adult bra You're a flop a proper joker Your raps slander our whole culture Uh! Gon' talk to your daughter like that? Thought not lad you less than a man Ain't safe fam we Dirty On Ya Murk ya talkers call the coroner Never awesome done left in awe dumb Letters met death boredom you're none (nun) No wet dry suicide mic run Bet a rhyme on ya life tonight and die son