DISS TO BUCKS
Rap in a random tone need to abandom your home and go find
Flavor, devastated freak rhymes never free unique or divine
Hope you understand this slaughter you plan and orders has
No purpose just a circus full of monkeys and junkies like the taz
Manian devil you not on my level grab a shovel and bury yourself
Scripts stinking your ship sinking hope you can swim couldn't be deft
Or dope wearing tims you don't rap or sing correct it sounds
Like a Beijing dialect wear the bling of them reject clowns
BUCKS your gift not raw need to withdraw from rap try rebound
You and PREYING MANTIS sound stupid on a microphone
Yall boys in drastic dismensions and suffers from elastic tensions
You don't use your muscles for ill hussles even bill Russells mentions
How yall boys get slamdunk as some damn punks, yall junk silly
BUCKS you have a need for divine directions you feed off my agility
And rhyme collection your kind face rejection on microphone you
Couldn't rap if Lil Wayne gave you skill and fame you stupid in FUBU
In HIP HOP I have to deal with blind creatures but my features stuff
That arouse your spouse now I'm over to your house having sex buffed
While your girl garabbing the kotex yelling enough! Enough! Enough!
BUCKS you have a lame creed brain is like a bead a dang small ball
With a hole through the middle you and MANTIS crew to little they fall
And can't rap other words yall are crap on video
