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Now Ya'll Really Ghost (Armor-G Diss)
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f*** Ghostified Outlawz...lil n*** Armor talkin stupid and shyt...so diss how I holla back...
hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
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Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Peak in subgenre #769
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
April 15, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:02
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He a mod so now he louder, still can't cop no power/ My punches drop in showers, I'ma ROCK DIS COWARD// Fillin his face wit flaws, suckin recruits ta get new crew members/ So only time he rock more white is outside in december// Ya whole crew can get ripped tha way dey on dis dick/ Dats why Armor is so wack, he don't put his battle record in his sig// I'm rippin dese ghost bitches, stoppin ya power like most switches/ And I'm bringin a blade to ya voicebox till ya end up wit throat stitches// I'ma takes dis as my Q, fa my knife ta give you tips/(q-tips haha) Cuz I'm like a bad movie, always got too many clips// We use military tactics, so we destroy ya bases/ Got you like circle in geometry, we not sure where ya face is// I'm ova ya whole crew so bad it's a fuckin eclipse/ Plus tha outlawz are like a diseased pussy, too many lips// *Acapella* I'm landin blows to his dome, leavin his face cushy/ And he fuckin in sumpin too deep, like a reused pussy// Dis easy dawg, I don't need even need ta focus/ But I'll have dis kid wishin I hadn't even wrote dis// *Crown Interlude* *Crown Beat* You can never can hold dis, ya jaw gets broke quick/ I got dis bitch bleedin when I leave dis whore wit no clit// I don't know why dis nigga think he flow it/ Cuz he got mushroom marks in his cheeks so he can claim blow shyt// Afta I blow you out again ya life gon be completely took/ Cuz I'm sick of you wastin pages in my fuckin rhyme book// Son, you betta stop usin our name and not rhyme dat/ You already got me focusin like I'm gettin a new line of contacts// It's like you don't get my wordplay, you too wack ta see me/ Cuz dis bitch know I'm more of a problem den Cassidy// And I'm spittin sick on dis kid, till he imagines I hurl/ But he must wanna go ta hell...since you on my soundclick, welcome ta my world// Dis a Raw Complexity dynasty, you ain't included in tha reign/ And I'ma murk wit rhymes till his eyes and ears feel physical pain// I'ma rip through ya vein, he's scarred and mentally slain/ You should quit rap Armor, you got a voice you should use ta sing//
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