Post by Def Flow on Mar 16, 2007 20:41:42 GMT -5
(PC,2Tall,Bigg Trouble diss)
Intro-
Def Flow: It's Def Flow, Faggets, what it do Fatal
Fatal: Whats good Def, lets lay it on these cats
[Fatal - Verse 1]
i make it hard for ya pc u bitch mufucka/
knock ya 3 times ova wit a 12 gauge slugga/
i show ya how to act when i aim to ya face/
when i spray it stings like a can of mace/
dont step to me, disobey and get ya face congealed/
other words im the realest of the real/
cutcha up, dont act like a pig and squeal/
terminate ya for not even a bill/
so on and so on the deal is sealed/
pc aint real hes as fake as platnum steel/
and i handle well, time to ring ya bell/
i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld/
the bullets blind ya like lightnin/
and still pop like thunda/
my trigga like a hoe its so eazy/
it pop mo pussy then mc get busy/
[Chorus x3]
Jackin anyone, from creature to fiend/
you included bitch, my 9 already screamin at thee/
eitha stick em up or yall gainin weight from heat/
the mac floods ya mind similar to new orleans/
[Fatal - Verse 2]
im a psychic muthafucka yea i can see ya future/
rap bout me and i mos definitely gon shoot ya/
serve me wrong and my cal is gon zoot ya/
jus bring a k and i might jus short ya/ (2tall)
If you thinking Ima bitch then you better think twice/
And you aint got no cheese then Im jekyl and hyde/
bout to click on this bitch cause he need to learn me/
beat him with my pistol if you try and burn me/
bitch ima loot ya then boot ya, man ima burn ya like a star/
bitch please ya rhymes aint hot/
ya shits garbage man not even worth a spot/
the glock the real reason for a heat wave/
u gon b missin for eva and a 3 days/
this shit right hurr is why u tuck/
the price on ya head got more money then young buck/
2tall is 2 short when im done so looks like u done shrunk/
[Chorus x3]
Jackin anyone, from creature to fiend/
you included bitch, my 9 already screamin at thee/
eitha stick em up or yall gainin weight from heat/
the mac floods ya mind similar to new orleans/
[Def Flow]
Man these new cats be too busy wit love/
But im too busy blastin clips at these thugs/
Shatterin bullets rip up ya lungs, i pistol whip you fa drugs/
I stay strapped, some time im rockin dual glocks/
You ain't ever seen a fake rapper, fuck even seein 2pac/
This is a matter of whos glock is too hot/
From 7foot you could become 2 with only 2 shots/(2tall)
My bullet tips like an acoustic, they hallow and hard/
While you was bleedin, i was in cuffs followin guards/
Def flow is back, i think you noticed that/
1 spit from ya lips could have ya throat get clapped/
This game has way to much "P"ussy "C"ontent/
I saw you look at me, why ya arms wet?/
You hear footsteps and you runnin from the darkness/
Never lose arm strength, ya dont only see me/
It's Def Flow and Fatal that ya watchin on TV/
[Chorus x3]
Yo this is a deadly combo, a Fatality of Flows/
We make it wit raps, dont make salaries wit ho's/
When the barrel glows, even the calvary knows/
Illest mother fuckers, it's Fatal and Def Flow/
[Def Flow - Verse 2]
Bigg Troubles rhymes is nasty, they like ass shit/
His lyrics be pussy soft like chapstick/
Come here kitty cats let me feed you some kat nip/
I blast these bastards, wit my attackin tactics/
I give everyone a shot, come all get slaughtered/
You bitches walkin to the stage wit cha eyes watered/
Beats is like D D Dee, yall retarded/(carlos mencia lol)
Im truly the king, gold crowns and necklaces/
Personality test, i got matched wit wrecklessness/
And all together you cats cant even bench a six/
3 Bars to go, which means i got 6 shots left/
I take the safety switch off techs/
Bitch call collect, ya style is as false as preps/
Scared of beef so ya hands and balls are sweat/
For the last time, i want yall cats to know/
Up in here its fuckin Fatal and Def Flow/
[Chorus x3]
Yo this is a deadly combo, a Fatality of Flows/
We make it wit raps, dont make salaries wit ho's/
When the barrel glows, even the calvary knows/
Illest mother fuckers, it's Fatal and Def Flow/
Intro-
Def Flow: It's Def Flow, Faggets, what it do Fatal
Fatal: Whats good Def, lets lay it on these cats
[Fatal - Verse 1]
i make it hard for ya pc u bitch mufucka/
knock ya 3 times ova wit a 12 gauge slugga/
i show ya how to act when i aim to ya face/
when i spray it stings like a can of mace/
dont step to me, disobey and get ya face congealed/
other words im the realest of the real/
cutcha up, dont act like a pig and squeal/
terminate ya for not even a bill/
so on and so on the deal is sealed/
pc aint real hes as fake as platnum steel/
and i handle well, time to ring ya bell/
i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld/
the bullets blind ya like lightnin/
and still pop like thunda/
my trigga like a hoe its so eazy/
it pop mo pussy then mc get busy/
[Chorus x3]
Jackin anyone, from creature to fiend/
you included bitch, my 9 already screamin at thee/
eitha stick em up or yall gainin weight from heat/
the mac floods ya mind similar to new orleans/
[Fatal - Verse 2]
im a psychic muthafucka yea i can see ya future/
rap bout me and i mos definitely gon shoot ya/
serve me wrong and my cal is gon zoot ya/
jus bring a k and i might jus short ya/ (2tall)
If you thinking Ima bitch then you better think twice/
And you aint got no cheese then Im jekyl and hyde/
bout to click on this bitch cause he need to learn me/
beat him with my pistol if you try and burn me/
bitch ima loot ya then boot ya, man ima burn ya like a star/
bitch please ya rhymes aint hot/
ya shits garbage man not even worth a spot/
the glock the real reason for a heat wave/
u gon b missin for eva and a 3 days/
this shit right hurr is why u tuck/
the price on ya head got more money then young buck/
2tall is 2 short when im done so looks like u done shrunk/
[Chorus x3]
Jackin anyone, from creature to fiend/
you included bitch, my 9 already screamin at thee/
eitha stick em up or yall gainin weight from heat/
the mac floods ya mind similar to new orleans/
[Def Flow]
Man these new cats be too busy wit love/
But im too busy blastin clips at these thugs/
Shatterin bullets rip up ya lungs, i pistol whip you fa drugs/
I stay strapped, some time im rockin dual glocks/
You ain't ever seen a fake rapper, fuck even seein 2pac/
This is a matter of whos glock is too hot/
From 7foot you could become 2 with only 2 shots/(2tall)
My bullet tips like an acoustic, they hallow and hard/
While you was bleedin, i was in cuffs followin guards/
Def flow is back, i think you noticed that/
1 spit from ya lips could have ya throat get clapped/
This game has way to much "P"ussy "C"ontent/
I saw you look at me, why ya arms wet?/
You hear footsteps and you runnin from the darkness/
Never lose arm strength, ya dont only see me/
It's Def Flow and Fatal that ya watchin on TV/
[Chorus x3]
Yo this is a deadly combo, a Fatality of Flows/
We make it wit raps, dont make salaries wit ho's/
When the barrel glows, even the calvary knows/
Illest mother fuckers, it's Fatal and Def Flow/
[Def Flow - Verse 2]
Bigg Troubles rhymes is nasty, they like ass shit/
His lyrics be pussy soft like chapstick/
Come here kitty cats let me feed you some kat nip/
I blast these bastards, wit my attackin tactics/
I give everyone a shot, come all get slaughtered/
You bitches walkin to the stage wit cha eyes watered/
Beats is like D D Dee, yall retarded/(carlos mencia lol)
Im truly the king, gold crowns and necklaces/
Personality test, i got matched wit wrecklessness/
And all together you cats cant even bench a six/
3 Bars to go, which means i got 6 shots left/
I take the safety switch off techs/
Bitch call collect, ya style is as false as preps/
Scared of beef so ya hands and balls are sweat/
For the last time, i want yall cats to know/
Up in here its fuckin Fatal and Def Flow/
[Chorus x3]
Yo this is a deadly combo, a Fatality of Flows/
We make it wit raps, dont make salaries wit ho's/
When the barrel glows, even the calvary knows/
Illest mother fuckers, it's Fatal and Def Flow/
