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Rage Sample-
Didn't I tell ya it just gets betta. You. You know sumn?
Dis s**t is funnier den hell. WAIT! I just thought of sumn.
fk you Dj Saint Sinner, you should be named Bj Saint Sinner.
You b*tch as* f*gg*t. Woops, sorry.
Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated)
Eh, you over there, get in line.
You think this is a muth*fkin game?
This is muth*fkin' war!
You wanna call my name out then you say you're sorry?
d*mn right you're sorry, I'll leave ya callin' for ya mommy
Killaz comin' back for a lyrical warfare
b*tch you better beware this ain't no fkin' bomb scare
You still hold a grudge from when WAK departed
Every word that ya spittin' make you seem more r*tarded
You claimin' you a thug, and you claim Tha CFG
Your lyrical skill is too far away to be
Called a rap artist, your nuthin' but a joke
Soon as you get booed, ya fkin' as* choke
You think you make it somewhere? Well ya as* is outta luck
Ya CD was givin' to me cuz ya fkin' as* suck
You try an' apologize when I hear about your lies
You try an' say I'm too scared to look you in the eyes
Well you know where I'm at, let's settle the score
Your lyrics are a bore muth*fka prepare for war
Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated)
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated)
muth* fka, you ready to contest with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima smoke you, like cess
Wanna call Saint out? Well all of Killa Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's warfare attackin'
Our music's like a Mack Ten, it goes boom
But when you bumpin' sumthin' like you clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fk is this s**t?
Sounds like to me that you a p*ssy as* b*tch
Differences between Bio Killaz, and Rage
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the next page
Oh what nigg*? Gon' shoot me in the head?
Well back it tha fk up chump, cuz that's what you said
Now you're all askin' questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to diss I didn't think twice
muth* fka, now I'm challengin' you right now
To battle rap the Bio Killaz and cry for a whole crowd
Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated)
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated)
You wanna spit that wack s**t then you wanna diss?
Well you can suck on my d*ck an' then choke on my fist
There ain't a d*mn thing you could do to discourage me
b*tch can't you see? You can't fk with me destiny
You better recognize when you see a true emcee
Wigga please, dissin' you is a breeze
In ten years I'll laugh when I look you in your eyes
You'll be broke as fk, and servin' me my fries
Lies, all you speak, but we got the real
Managers, shows, hoes, and tha whole Killa Kore deal
Everyone I talk to, all thirteen that heard your CD
Told me you fkin' suck, you'll never be me
CFG, ever since you heard us sayin' it
You fkin' playin' it, and now ya b*tch as* is claimin' it
Get ya own s**t, and get off a few d*cks
Oh and by the way we look forward to your retaliation diss
Hahah