| The is the real story, of two whack ass MCs
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| Clamoring for relevance
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| And me dissing the shit out of them!
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| Yo, I know exactly what the fuck you’re trying to do Cryptic
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| You fool no one, I do this shit
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| I started some shit with the sole intent to benefit you
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| Now it’s why you turn against me all over again, but would you
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| I tried to stage some beef for you to get your shine
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| For your little shock value video you intended but didn’t find
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| Instead you done bit the vine that fed you and in the blind
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| Rage lost your mind and crossed the forbidden line
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| You talkin about getting physical
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| The only physical you get is when the doctor is tickling your genitals
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| Don’t even talk of appearance
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| You look like an Oompa Loompa from the last Willy Wonka with earrings
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| You’re like the rap teletubby and your belly’s chubby
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| Bitches will dig your voice but laugh when they discover that you’re helly fugly
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| I know you bought the views pugsly, I ain’t even mad
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| I mean, well now I feel bad, here, come and hug me
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| Look at all the whack rappers trying to play Possum
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| Every, every, everybody wants it with The Jokerr now, awesome
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| Everybody wants a piece, what’s it gonna cost them
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| Mother, mother fuckers never seem to wanna exercise caution
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| Come on Cryptic, I ain’t trying to fight you, nigga you’re like 5'2″
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| You should put on a pair of green tights, and elf hat and read a haiku
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| You’re like Smeagle’s long-gone child
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| Getting drunk and lifting up your shirt on leprechauns gone wild
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| And now you’re trying to use my age against me, you must be crazy gimpy
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| Wisdom comes with age, maybe you’ll catch up to your name eventually
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| Cause as of now you ain’t that smart
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| Look at the little angry guppy trying to start shit with the fat shark
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| You might be David but I ain’t Goliath
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| And this ain’t gonna be some inspiring Eye of the tiger fight if you try it
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| Who exactly are you trying to make scared
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| When you look like I should win your little ass as a prize at the state fair
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| You’re fucking easy to diss, who let you leave the abyss
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| It’s even funny that you even exist
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| And it’s even funnier I’m making you furious
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| Look at the little angry Mexican midget trying to take himself serious, homie
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| Who exactly the fuck did you think you was talking about when you opened your
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| mouth
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| What were you hoping would sprout, why would you doubt what you both know I’m
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| about
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| Hard Target what the fuck are you doing rapping?
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| You look like a forty something ex-biker who just got through at Atkins
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| I can’t believe it, it’s the rapping Jesus
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| I ain’t never seen a whiter rapper, you should change your name to Casper’s
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| Penis
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| And quit rap before you get dissed in the worst way
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| Ain’t you got rehearsal for your next Easter Church play
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| You try injecting yourself into situations
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| That got nothing to do with you, desperate to win some patrons
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| From my fan base, well here, I’ll allow you to meet them
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| Cause even if you get their attention, you ain’t got the talent to keep them
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| I’ll leave your dreams torn
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| You couldn’t spit something sick if Cryptic Wisdom let you lick his butt clean
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| for him
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| Go start a fucking drum circle bum hippy
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| Then you and Cryptic go hug each other and tongue gently homie
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| Got this little, Gulliver’s Travels putian ass
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| Fuckin two foot ass gremlin rapper trying to diss me
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| And then a Jesse James ass 1965 haircut ass
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| Hippy rapper tries to jump in on the action
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| Nigga go donate your hair to cancer center or something, motherfucker
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| Don’t come around here trying starting shit, man
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| You should’ve known better, both of you guys should’ve known better. |