P.I.R. Diss track.. Dominating you Pussies
King and Spoken stirrin some shit up in this bitch.... (hollywood, Teknickelstylez, Dupreez diss)
King......
Fuck da butcher.. he only frontin’ like he ‘slicin shit up’
But like fat kids at try-outs.. he aint ‘makin the cut’
His whole names a contradiction.. like Mullato’s that’s racist
Cuz ‘Hollywood’ aint ‘Reality’.. it’s faker than face lifts
Kid, fuck ya meat cleaver.. I’ll hit’choo with street sweepers
Then I dig thru your skull with my clete sneakers
Dismissal of head grissle.. leave ya splattered throughout the pits of battle
I pull pistols, but you ‘fakin the draw’… like a fixed raffle
Runnin with P.I.R.?... Shit, ya can’t even run errands
I’m so ahead of your time.. I conceived both of ya parents
And who the fuck is ‘TEKNICKEL’?.. kid I blind you like ultra violets
King splits apples…and you fruitier than male hair ‘STYLISTS’
Knocked ya raps off axis.. get back to ya lab and practice
Couldn’t match this, cuz yall cats get.. ‘written off’ like taxes
Leave this miracle witnessed.. P.I.R. lyrical gymnasts
Weak raps with your wack battles.. but now ima end this
And what the fuck Dupreez.. what you comin at Spoken for?
I leave you covered in open sores.. sunk to the ocean floor
We’re only hopin for more.. Bring tha beef cuz we stay hungry
Keep it grundgy.. while you all shook, shittin ya stained undies
What’s the dealy yo? You clowns come thinking you funny, what?
I aint ‘Cheerios’.. but still I been makin your ‘honey nut’
We come together and diss you.. the illest fusion of phrases
And power to move glaciers.. yall be losin ya wages
Getting stuck up.. in front of this entire network
When I blacken ya eye sockets and pocket ya net worth
None of yall is above us.. even piloting aircraft
I ‘lace’ tracks.. runnin thru you like ‘eyelets’ of Airmax
Rip you clowns at the seams.. leavin your whole shit ruptured
Applyin pressure to puncture thru your molecular structure
Spoken....
Hollywood realty? you mispelled your name in your lines
you can tell he's a herb, just by the way that he writes
You ain't taking the mic, your just the type to do shit hooks
Cus you rap about as bad as the guy in your sig looks
I'm surprised that you spit, you shouldn't deserve the props
Talking about "laying wax", but in the end, you 'burned your cock'
No butcher can survive, bringing beef into KFC
Have your fans saying "The God blessed you" like I made em sneeze
Spoken dont carry guns, I carry gats of power that I clip
This "pussy take 1 to the head" like i dropped a dollar on a bitch
You dont win battles, you lose but you pray that the votes come
And you vomit in the exact same bong that you smoke from
Hollywood don't want you, so your stuck in a thread
With people that "finished sonning you" like ur "mother was dead"
Your a comedian, but your shows are never open to see
And you only "spit dope" whenever your ass "chokes on the weed"
And Dupreez, how can you try to step and then change lanes
Cus you bit off more times than Genious Allah has changed names
You remain strangled by the rope that I will hang you from
Have half the forum saying "You stepped to spoken? Damn, you dumb"
This is a diss, and outta nowhere, I will make you resign
Cus if i called you out, there was just no way you'd reply
So I can break you in time, but you'll go with your petty bitchin'
Your a man, but then a bitch thats undercover like Eddie Griffin
Your steady, spittin off fake shit, that you really never did
You search dictionaries for words, thinkin your a clever bitch
Remember this, and you'll soon be on your way towards glory
And I can ghostwrite, but i doubt theres a way you'll afford me
Your flow's choppy, and your rhymes are so sloppy, their plain wack
But you make it seem like theres a deeper meaning to explain that
Your lines don't hold weight, and you claim your writing is better?
You only "drop shit", when you hear spoken typing a letter
Lets talk about Teknickel styles, supposedly nuthin to mess with
But i read all your battles, and i have seen nuthin impressive
All your battles seem to have the same flow when its said
Cause if you stretch it, then nobody will even notice your thread
You throw random punches, and everyone pretends your sick
But lets get serious, we all know how wack every sentence is
So why try to act intellectual, your always coming to note
But we can tell you got no life, just by your number of posts
Your not a rap machine, You give out the shitty testament
And your whole style is under construction like Missy Elliot
Your quick to meddle in some shit that don't concern you
your fans are def, cus i know they'll hate you if they ever heard you
You said inorder to hear your multies you need to talk it out
Kid, throwing stones at people is the only way you rock a crowd
Your walking out, and everybody will know learn this dude's hot
While your shit is yet to be seen, like people on the return of Tupac
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Originally Posted by TeknicelStylez
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