Malcolm X (D12 Diss)

Royce talking D12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) [Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz For lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*) I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH) Haha, yeah, there's only one problem Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*) [Chorus] We gon' beat yo' ass (down) We gon' beat yo' ass (down) Y'all niggas sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons Bitches [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch) Who must I smack for sayin my name? Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes Niggas quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me I only recognize the top of your hats And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough He keep thirty niggas with him, cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'mma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck! DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards And get yo' ass whooped by B2K I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin' How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump And I'mma keep pickin on your weak ass crew (You bitch!) Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much You hidin, when I find you I'mma snatch you out of that truck And tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just Feed you, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch With a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside! Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speech impediment (You bitch!) Porky's pig and Porky's tomb About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon (You bitch!) Denaun and Swifty please Give it a year, both y'all be rakin' 50's leaves What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow (You bitch!) Let's face it I gave it to y'all My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds) Niggas is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet Kiss my ass! I don't wanna talk to Hex! I am so sick I should be compared to cancer Y'all throw up y'all dukes but don't swing like Fred G. Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch their heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggas scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play; You lil punk ass niggas, y'all can scream and yell all you want I feel like I'm battlin' Kenan & Kel (You bitch!) None o' y'all can put in the call to Kino Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter of fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song today [Chrous] We gon' beat yo' ass (down) We gon' beat yo' ass (down) We gon' beat yo' ass (down) We gon' beat yo' ass (down) [Royce talking] I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad Y'all lil' niggas are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing Nothin', you're not on my level, I will beat your boss's ass, nigga Tre Little, bring it on [Verse 2: Tre Little] Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin' Fuck you and your commercial appeal I turn your head into blue and yellow Purple Hills I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy What did you do, got on the phone and called him up You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff (You bitch!) Yo' crew some local hoes I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose You and Royce can squash this with one talk Step around from your security and talk to that man I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes Only thing that money brings is fake niggas and problems Followed by niggas who hate fake niggas and rob 'em But you niggas is wack Denaun I'mma stab you so many times, I'mma feel bad when you collapse You niggas is so bitch you make me sick to my stomach Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin' Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer What producer you ever know only good for album filler [Chrous] We gon' beat yo' ass (down) We gon' beat yo' ass (down) [Royce talking] You!, Yea, punk ass niggas, yea we in the streets now too, nigga Big Homie's out nigga, what up [Tre Little talking] Yea you stuttering ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought My brother here ain't have no backbone? Nigga, it's on when I see y'all Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggas Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggas Sell my bill one nigga What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches Trick Trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom You'll end up like click boom, bitch Rock City motherfucker, regardless Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker It's Cash Flow, bitch, Big Homie