Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street
Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches
Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and Proof, those are my boys
We can get down anytime of the day
But that fat bastard Bizarre
He's going to get himself a good ol' country ass whooping
Let me tell ya, Royce the 5'9 is kinda pissed at Bizarre because
This chicken shit bastard, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew
Then he wants to turn around and diss somebody
Isn't that a bitch?
Hell I don't know, this guy might even get his damn ass whooped
If I was him I'd stay indoors
Boy I tell ya, this motherfucker, he wants to go around dissing Royce the 5'9
Then turn around and call him up
So he can get a goddamn spot on the Rock City remix! (hahahaha)
Ain't that a bitch? (ha... what the fuck wrong witchu?)
Yeah yeah, no offense to my two niggas
Y'all know who we all are, this is personal
Motherfuckers, you hear me?
I know I didn't get back to you
You dissed me a while ago
I just caught it, I couldn't understand what your fat ass was saying
It's all good, I'm home
It's time for us to talk to each other... nigga
Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't sick
I'm wearing between the s-stutter, and punchin' this
I was like huh? What the fuck is this
Why the fuck this lame nigga trying to fuck with this?
You just talking real wreckless, you dissed the King
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
Crawl before you walk, don't be caught without your gat
Somebody should have taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get walked through your verse
Niggas trying to teach you how to talk, off of your verse
The streets, and the magazines still knockin' your verse
On your verse, niggas just look at their watch and reverse
I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and rapes kids
I don't see the vision
You, you do front, me you admire
You told the truth once like "I'm a compulsive liar"
Insecure niggas, take offense to the lie
All in my shit when I'm mentioning mine
Yo it's on, better telethon, stick to the rhyme
You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine
You should be, Wall Street, y'all in slum Z
But nope, you want to rhyme like Young Z
You was a clown in school, the only nigga on stage in a costume
Now the World is clowning you
Share for the rap, arresting the big fat bear
That got a jump in the character to rap
Nigga, gimme this mic, you ain't doing it right
You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself right
This is strong over the weak, long career over the ceased
And me, doing you wrong over your beat
You speak when you see me, but you talk the flow
Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk your nose
You probably looking at it like I'm making a big deal
But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they pie raised
And watch the little people split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up
I am six figures bigger, and my book's kept up
Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?
Y'all a group with one star, like Destiny's Child
Fuck that, no nigga, how can I relate?
With four dudes, who's easily replaced
I eat rap's niggas when they talk backwards
I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew
Fans coming up to y'all like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell them that shit lame
You ain't tell a joke whenever too, that's your game
Who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off
Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off (shit)
One loose cannon, that's strange
'Cause the only cannon in the crew
Was planted, wherever Proof's standing
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speaking with love
They're my niggas, y'all is sissy niggas keeping a grudge
I don't give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with Bugz
I shit on you... (fat motherfucker)
Ayo, cut that shit
Fuck that nigga, you diss me you gon' be dissed back, nigga
Yo mama (motherfucker)
And I beat yo' ass
Wall Street, ho