Lyrics
Sometimes it's hard just to be Tha Tysta,
Always brushing off all the dickriders,
All the bitch dolls and all the rhyme biters,
All these rugrats and riddle reciters,
Mr. Doc Ryddlez, don't make me hit you,
Cuz I'll leave you in a ER Hospital,
Just stick to your Batman comics, homie,
Don't fuck with Ty, that's logic, homie,
This faggot idolizes a green fairy in tights,
And he says he ain't a dork? Oh yea, brotha, iight,
You claim to be Brooklyn, but sounding Connetticut,
That's why I dismiss you without any prejudice,
So uh...riddle me this, and riddle me that,
When you...act like you black, you looking like crap,
Wigga, just be who you are, and never look back,
So uh...decypher those rhymes, and then holla back,
No I wouldn't sign you, dude, you ain't ready,
A 2 bit diss on me won't get you any-
Where, but a foot up your ass, and maybe further,
Cuz when you stepping up to Tha Tysta and I-Murder,
We'll shut you down and then we'll reboot it,
Then we'll delete you, that's just our 2 cents,
Rhyme's crazy, they belong in a looney bin
You don't deserve drink the water I just dookeed in
Let alone deserve to get more than a few bars
In a freeverse that I do weekly dawg,
I ain't wasting my time to a rapper who's at his prime,
And can't even contend with niggas who's been at it for half the time,
Anyways...onto Evil Chucky...
Uhhh...that ain't worth it, trust me,
He claim to be a nigga who hates me, don't make me laugh,
Before I called you weak you even offered a collab,
That's all I'm gonna say about you,
I might not even be me without you,
My name's in your mouth more than air, you bastard,
And that ain't doing shit but getting my name out faster,
So thank you Chucky, you really did me a deed,
I ain't even ask, and you a part of my street team,
So uh...do you, and I'mma do me,
And I'mma do her all them groupies!
Fuck it...I'mma keep going...nigga keep flowing
Keep showing these muthafuckas that Tysta speaks golden,
That Doc Doc Ryddlez I'll send a missle,
I'll Chuck Norris hit you, roundhouse kick kick you!
I'm sitting my room, type, typing on the puter,
Not like I care, I ain't like you other losers,
Cuz just last night, I was wetting my willie mayne,
Had girl that was going southern like willie james,
You lying, not really mayne, BITCH! I'm famous!
I get pussy like a pet orphanage, I ain't complaining,
I know this broad named Venus, man you name it,
We fucked, then my dick just Saturn Uranus,
And this a freeverse, for all who's confused,
All you dodos and all you old shrews,
And all you big ballers, all them shot callers,
Y'all suck my dick cuz I get them halters
Off all the shorties who out of your league,
And fuck being prince, mayne crown me the King,
I am the Northwest, I am the salvation,
Gimme that test and man I will ace it,
I wanna get rich so I don't need game,
And all of you people all know my name,
And all know my fame, yea, that's the life,
All because Tysta rapping tight,
So uh...can I bust for canibus,
And make him bow down cuz he's a fan, I guess,
I'm eating gunpowder, man I thrust,
A spark inside and let those cannons bust,
YEA! I'm the needle in this stack of imatators,
And the fact is any hater sees that Tysta is the greatest,
Go on debate it, but who's gonna come against you,
I'll eat up any enemy just like that nigga shrimp food,
I'll kill you and smoke a blunt, I'll have a violent J,
These niggas be looking for me, I'll be miles away,
I'll have a bitch shag me, cuz I'm 2 Dope,
Bust like Magic, now AIDS in your throat,
Cuz I'm too sick for syphillis, I'll split you up like Michigan
I'm so thorough with the mack, you will never see the bitch again,
So give up them dividends, nigga don't just stand here,
You better bow down in the presence of a champ here,
4 more bars, and I'm hitting up a hundred, man,
Spitting to you tight, like an outfit on a Thundercat,
So...if you wondering, when this gonna stop...
I'd say right now...I'm
