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50 Cent Diss
You dissed Wayne, you kissed Game, so you did the fucking exact same thing, maybe the problem is, the big fame? If you wasn’t famous you would ame at Game it’s, curtain, but I can’t complain, it isn’t my, Love-game, so fuck it, I know that you’re a fag, I know Wayne has more swag, than you, and Wayne didn’t respond, so I diss back, attack at you numbers, 50 is the dumbest, I don’t understand you name to be honest, I ordered you dead in a drive-in, killed you in a drive by, -come out you mothers ass –and say : “Hello, hej’, I, can’t rap I’m a fag, yeah I wear Luis Vuitton, but I ain’t got your back(bag).” –No but I got yours 9 times to be exact, in a red Lamborghini, you didn’t expect that, give me some credits give me mo’ claps, -some gifts perhaps? A bottle of Jack’s, something to celebrate, so all, we have to think about is you funeral date, R.I.P. –rest in piss, I know It’s been said, but hey I just thought that it fitted so great. And you, you should be great? –I don’t think you are, “-what the fuck-“, I thought it was what you were here fo’, I don’t think ya hot, but you melting my ear though, yo, relax! Don’t go to your max, cause I know you’ll collapse, like Eminem’s “Relapse”, like Eminem’s “’Till I Collapse” and all of your collabs don’t work, so maybe just quit cause you’re a jerk, I can go berserk on you, you fu’, ya don’ have a clue ‘bout who I am, naah, but I still go insane! You still don’t have a clue? “-I’m a big fan of Wayne.” I’m out…
Rap 2:
I'm The Only
I’m back, on this track, in this rime-maniac, with a song, that is packed’ wit’ stacks’, of rimes with riming-lines that shines, in my lyrics don’t fix my song cause nothing is wrong, -I’m calm, al-ways, don’t start, a chase, I will win the race, -incase go home, I will, get known, -go away… Cause this is my throne this place I own, I’m big, I am grown so don’ wannabe me, or I snap your bone, cause rappers try to be me, B J E, R and G, literally, they’ll be, D E A, a-and D, you’ll see, please trust me-e-e-e.. “Oh, I can’t breathe.” “Relax and start breathing,” as said of T T, he can’t talk English, -but I can, cause I am, the man, now please stand’, UP… And give me a hand. (Claps)
I don’t feel to deal with the rappers, that steal my dollar bills, I made it to the top so I know how it feels and that reveals. That I’m a rapper-eater eating rappers to my meals, for real’s, for real, -I kill all the rappers I will, I’m ill, (I’m nice), I killed’, (Obie Trice), and still, (I rise), I keep getting’ bigger like I told, (you twice), or more, I’m raw, I’m still, hardcore, yes I’m big and that I’ve told you before, the is door, is closed, the rap, exposed, the most, is done, for me to be the one, -better run, from me see I’m, the Weezy, 2, you have a lot, to do, if the new…Weezy is you.
This retarded beat, go hard, indeed, I’m win-nin while, you sleep, this song preceed, with me, in the lead, I’m meat, -I mean mad, you sad, I’m glad, you good, I’m bad, you this, I’m that, -follow, my pad, -I’m a soldier, watch my hand-granads, granates, in your face, -I’m the shit, but I doesn’t, go to waist, I’m the only, up here, so lonely, down there, too random, there’s nothing, I want re-done, you are, so be-yond, of me, too small, to see, you can’t be me, give me mo’ money, this shit ain’t free, you cannot top, the t-o-p, seri-ously, I am, the beast’, and this fucking album, is not yet released…
I sing I’m the king like it says on my ring, and the best thing is, me no piss, cause sometimes my rimes is so nice it could be crimes, better take a step back or get hit by my punch-lines. No, I ain’t the biggest yet. But I bet I get, to top, I first stop, ‘till I drop, (‘till I’m dead), believe, (what I’ve said), don’t let, (me regread), these rimes are so nice, -I can’t get ‘em outta my head, I keep making rap’s, and –never, go to bed, I’m awake, instead, to the top, I get, the bottom of the list I never met, no I’ve only, read, and only read, the one I have to beat the rest, is forget, forgot, forgotten, I go to top and you’ll have to rotten, up, cause you, are not, the king, of pop, rap, or rock, you, gotta stop, but I, continue, I haven’t had enough.
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50 Cent Diss
You dissed Wayne, you kissed Game, so you did the fucking exact same thing, maybe the problem is, the big fame? If you wasn’t famous you would ame at Game it’s, curtain, but I can’t complain, it isn’t my, Love-game, so fuck it, I know that you’re a fag, I know Wayne has more swag, than you, and Wayne didn’t respond, so I diss back, attack at you numbers, 50 is the dumbest, I don’t understand you name to be honest, I ordered you dead in a drive-in, killed you in a drive by, -come out you mothers ass –and say : “Hello, hej’, I, can’t rap I’m a fag, yeah I wear Luis Vuitton, but I ain’t got your back(bag).” –No but I got yours 9 times to be exact, in a red Lamborghini, you didn’t expect that, give me some credits give me mo’ claps, -some gifts perhaps? A bottle of Jack’s, something to celebrate, so all, we have to think about is you funeral date, R.I.P. –rest in piss, I know It’s been said, but hey I just thought that it fitted so great. And you, you should be great? –I don’t think you are, “-what the fuck-“, I thought it was what you were here fo’, I don’t think ya hot, but you melting my ear though, yo, relax! Don’t go to your max, cause I know you’ll collapse, like Eminem’s “Relapse”, like Eminem’s “’Till I Collapse” and all of your collabs don’t work, so maybe just quit cause you’re a jerk, I can go berserk on you, you fu’, ya don’ have a clue ‘bout who I am, naah, but I still go insane! You still don’t have a clue? “-I’m a big fan of Wayne.” I’m out…
Rap 2:
I'm The Only
I’m back, on this track, in this rime-maniac, with a song, that is packed’ wit’ stacks’, of rimes with riming-lines that shines, in my lyrics don’t fix my song cause nothing is wrong, -I’m calm, al-ways, don’t start, a chase, I will win the race, -incase go home, I will, get known, -go away… Cause this is my throne this place I own, I’m big, I am grown so don’ wannabe me, or I snap your bone, cause rappers try to be me, B J E, R and G, literally, they’ll be, D E A, a-and D, you’ll see, please trust me-e-e-e.. “Oh, I can’t breathe.” “Relax and start breathing,” as said of T T, he can’t talk English, -but I can, cause I am, the man, now please stand’, UP… And give me a hand. (Claps)
I don’t feel to deal with the rappers, that steal my dollar bills, I made it to the top so I know how it feels and that reveals. That I’m a rapper-eater eating rappers to my meals, for real’s, for real, -I kill all the rappers I will, I’m ill, (I’m nice), I killed’, (Obie Trice), and still, (I rise), I keep getting’ bigger like I told, (you twice), or more, I’m raw, I’m still, hardcore, yes I’m big and that I’ve told you before, the is door, is closed, the rap, exposed, the most, is done, for me to be the one, -better run, from me see I’m, the Weezy, 2, you have a lot, to do, if the new…Weezy is you.
This retarded beat, go hard, indeed, I’m win-nin while, you sleep, this song preceed, with me, in the lead, I’m meat, -I mean mad, you sad, I’m glad, you good, I’m bad, you this, I’m that, -follow, my pad, -I’m a soldier, watch my hand-granads, granates, in your face, -I’m the shit, but I doesn’t, go to waist, I’m the only, up here, so lonely, down there, too random, there’s nothing, I want re-done, you are, so be-yond, of me, too small, to see, you can’t be me, give me mo’ money, this shit ain’t free, you cannot top, the t-o-p, seri-ously, I am, the beast’, and this fucking album, is not yet released…
I sing I’m the king like it says on my ring, and the best thing is, me no piss, cause sometimes my rimes is so nice it could be crimes, better take a step back or get hit by my punch-lines. No, I ain’t the biggest yet. But I bet I get, to top, I first stop, ‘till I drop, (‘till I’m dead), believe, (what I’ve said), don’t let, (me regread), these rimes are so nice, -I can’t get ‘em outta my head, I keep making rap’s, and –never, go to bed, I’m awake, instead, to the top, I get, the bottom of the list I never met, no I’ve only, read, and only read, the one I have to beat the rest, is forget, forgot, forgotten, I go to top and you’ll have to rotten, up, cause you, are not, the king, of pop, rap, or rock, you, gotta stop, but I, continue, I haven’t had enough.
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