Crossed Out(LyricalXDiss)

 

Running my ones, I be the king and you's nothing but pawns and I

want all the smoke so you cunts, BRING IT ON!

Shoot his hair off and blow up the salon.

Finna bombard your ass, fucking be gone, bitches.

I be on this shit like I just Hit The Quan

on your asses because I be on that

Red dot like Eggsoff while camping your spawn.

Like Buzz Lightyear, he went above and beyond!

 

(CLIMAX)

 

Woah, woah, ay you spun his shit, Auto

Run your shit. Run your shit. Beat his ass. Beat his ass!

Tell him he wouldn't catch a body if we were tossing dead men!

He finna be so cooked, he won't even respond!

 

 

Welcome to the wild side, Hub city's wild side.

Where tecs fly, that's homicide and my stacks like a mile high.

Fly as a bitch, got a condo on cloud 9.

Slap box with God, jump off heaven and skydive.

So supernatural Auto come and see me on Sci-Fi

From 5-6 with five nines two mac-10s and Glock nines.

Let's do this however, whenever. Tell em I'm ready!

Waters run deep way before Katrina broke the levee.

Look partner, I'm no gangster, I'm no killer

But please believe I know plenty gangsters that'll kill ya!

I don't like you, I don't feel ya you're very unfamiliar

So please build your catalog before I knock your cattle off

This saddle off on a red horse that's a red Porsche

That's not your favorite rapper in the booth.

That's a dead corpse once Auto kick chaos.

Bitches bitch off like canines click up and click, click, click boom.

Smell the fumes on my Levis.

Bitches poppin' pills and mushrooms in my hotel rooms

I squeeze dick through their thick thighs then bounce like this beat from

Track King. Six TVs in my new SUV. F-U-C-K-Y-O-U. Pay me

Or pay me no attention and meet the criminal henchmen.

Genesis ain't shit, I know local henchmen

Come shoot me I'm in a two-seater with hootie, motherfucker!

 

 

And I want the smoke because I'm on demon time!

Y'all try to filter my brain like you can read my mind.

Hit you twice in the face right between the eyes.

Realize, you was slicing him up like a piece of pie

And I'm finna serve that bitch like a Volleyball.

I don't give a fuck; I'll take on all o' y'all.

Jump out the window, toss a molotov

like a boss, I got his ass, now I'm popping off.

He ain't using his head. I'ma chop it off

Blood get sticky and shit like a chocolate bar.

Shoot at that bitch like bop-bop-grah!

and, bitch, I've come back to demolish y'all

 

 

Yo, Twin. Murk-Merk, run that shit, bruh, what you got?

Go full-auto on his ass. They call him LyricalX because he's crossed out!

 

 

Strafing run him in an A-10 Warthog!

Can't be done 'til I turn him into a corn dog

Bitch, you write 6 songs every day

and your shit is still ass.

You get no reputation. You won't be here for long!

If I post up at your crib, I don't give a fuck if the door's locked or not

Because you did a poor job at keeping a forethought

so I'd blast your shit all over the boardwalk

Cause total chaos like I was a warlock!

All that's left of you's scorch marks

ll over the pavilion

and I was killing him

left his shit red in a blood puddle just like vermilion

and he wasn't brilliant, just the equivalent

to fucking shit so mo'fucker, deal with it.

You don't like me either but everybody be feeling this

And bitch, I'm resilient. You is a millionth of me:

I come out and slime you just like a reptilian

because I made that bitch William

shooting brazilians

and innocent civilians

Was fiending to get rid of 'em

More like acceptable casualties

Casually and you better not snap at me

because 101 knows how bad that would be.

Actually, you should keep your trap shut if you don't

got the skill that you lack and need.

Bitch, I don't need to assault you to commit battery.

I'm doing the only rational thing

which is to ration his ego

to the very minimum form of an atom and even

cutting out his ribs like Adam and Eve because

a fraction of these people on Rappad have to agree

that he can't speak on these facts that I sing.

As a matter of fact, he can't even fathom the fact that

he can't even lash back at me.

Cracking that imbecile's skull open like a windowsill

and some penicillin.

He couldn't get a bill if he was in the dollar store and I could get a mil

off of one verse because I'm with the skill.

Bitch, be real. I could be butt-naked, and you could be heavily armed

while I was standing perfectly still and still wouldn't get me killed!

And I'd run at them bullets and make sure blood is getting spilled

all along the way as I'm blazing through every army in the field.

I'ma set an alarm because I don't know when I'm finna go off

like a time but I still go crazy and my head is so hard

that you could take Thor's Hammer to it, and still wouldn't have even

left that shit marked. They call it repetitive bars

because it gets stuck in your head like every song Britney Spears ever wrote

I need more answers to this, but since you're so smart, then why the fuck

is you dead in the dark with lead in your heart?

Interfer? Bitch, you could get a rope, tie it around my neck and hang me

take your hands and squeeze it, pull the rope to make it tighter, and

stab my neck and throat, and you would still never choke me out

because I never choke cause I got no gag reflex but you do.

If you didn't, then how fuck you creat 12 songs in week

and it's still the worst shit that I've heard that anybody has ever spoke.

You ain't know me like that and I just wanted to let you know that you're

frozen in metronome like "Let It Go so get the smoke, boat-legged ho.

It's fro-o-o-o-o-o-ozen like you as a deer in the headlights

I knew I'd fight you. That's here what I said, right?

I despise you times two like look in the mirror, and get head lice

Might do you in like I'm rude. You will be a dead guy.

Bitch, I ain't diss you because I don't like you. I dissed you because I can...

But nobody likes you, you're still a bitch in the end!