No More Games [Baghead and Kaze-...

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[Diss]
Ha, you think you're both maniacs guess who's the one with the hatchet,
To you I'm a fucking oversized yellow jacket with a sting that unleashes toxic acids,
Do you really want to bring up my family and girl, "Amelia, hand me my torture gadgets!",
"Aw man, we lost 'em we need the caskets!", you think you can come rush at me like that,
Nah you need more practice because the difference between our raps is I rap with true madness,
You're both just jealous that I'm a genius with wreckin' these instrumentals,
You're both at least somewhat good artists, ya' know minus all those times you couldn't rhyme,
And you claim you're a god but you and him both are shit even combined,
I tried to be kind but you crossed the line when you brought my family into this,
So let me give you some of my mind, I've been on the grind and then you arrived claiming you left me resigned,
Here's some advice find someone who isn't specifically designed to leave necks sliced,
I've sacrificed my sanity for this shit and by the end of this my dominance will be recognized,
Tonight I'll be stealing your career so I guess you can call this a heist,
My career being destroyed, nah, you just made it more energized,
And Kaze I remember you sayin' you wish I died but no it'll be a homicide,
With you and your little sidekick involved so goodnight,
I'll be sure to piss on your graveside until I'm fucking satisfied,
And my dick isn't meant for gay joyrides so get off of it,
Don't worry I at least get it, you're just very desperate to be accepted,
You and that Baghead must really think you're gifted thinkin' you can come at me being sadistic,
Unfortunately for you I am not easily defeated, so don't be so simplistic with this,
I mean how can you even defeat me anyways when you can't even create proper English sentences,
You talk a lot about your weed and how you skeet on a bitch's cheek, shut your fucking mouth and maybe try to feed it,
You're a fucking inbreed who believes he can step to me but I can tell you were a bully back in second grade,
You want to discriminate against mental illness, then you should've anticipated your elimination,
Because this is my retaliation because lately I've been dying of starvation and waitin' for another career to be able to be taken,
I mean someone needs to straighten your ass out, so leave it to the demonic hellbound of rap to come back and attack,
This is my fuckin' habitat and you're an intruder so stay out of it or I'll break open your skullcap,
Because I ain't got no time to play diplomat to a kid who believes he's unmatched,
Looks like that ego has taken a crash because of the caution you lacked while tryna comin' back,
Actin' like you and your little sidekick snapped, nah subtract that,
I'll stomp on both of you bitches like a doormat, make an incision and remove your kneecap and put your ass in rehab,
I mean do you want to scrap, well good luck getting that ticket to fly across the map,
I'm the manic insomniac puttin' these bitches in cardiac arrest and I know that's a lot to digest,
So just step off and let the trauma manifest.

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