Lyrics
_I'm on a mission, wit nades in my palms I'll bomb you wit em,
_I hope this knob is kiddin, come back when you got a rythm.
_Ya songs n writtens, sound all conned and bitten,
While Face is "blessin ya bars" like small psalms in prison.
_This isn't bitchin, but I was watchin you homo,
You checked in at the last minute hopin I would drop a no-show.
_Listen yo, that behavior's type feeble,
But I kno ya "feelin Face" like curious blind people!!
_Kid I see you, J. SHOTS ain't gotta a chance,
This ain't a "game, boy" so how are you gonna 'advance!?'
With mud on ya plans you'll need an all new stance,
You couldn't go "toe to toe" wit me in a ballroom dance!
_Who's the man!? Not you, ya too gay,
And ya sad that ya lost I bet ya "feelin blue, J!"
_No one wants to hear that played shit stop it,
If I hear another 'Face-Off punch' I'll honestly vomit!
_You're like the Amish, you've got no lines,
Fuck hamsters, you've got Sonic in yo spine! (SEGA!)
_Silly bitches, I'll flip this kid off his hinges,
Cuz the only "sick SHOTS" come from infected syringes!
_I know ya flinchin cuz I cause more harm,
While ya swingin two fists I'm usin "four-arms!"
_Get torn palms, ya won't win or drop hot as well,
_You could be dead and still not have a fuckin "SHOT in hell!"
_C'mon kid, emotion on ya tracks stank,
It's like you drank elephant tranqs in gas tanks!
_I blast ranks, 'Played Shots' is ya psuedonym,
"SHOTS" can only "knock me out" when I'm out consumin him!
Everybody's booin him, this kid sounds sedated,
He's lowly rated..wha another J? That ain't creative!
_I sit n listen to this little bitch's writtens,
But the way he spits makes me wonder if he still exists.
Get the gist? Every diss sounds like somethin's missin,
In fact, he "lax presents" like gifts that assist shittin!
_You must be kiddin, I'll make ya chest pop,
Look kid my chin's out I'll "take ya best, SHOT!"
_Ya best stop, what can I say I'm just hot,
In fact I bet you'll link this track to ya desktop!
Spittin Heat On TrackS? How original is that shit?
It's not an acronym it's a synonym for wackness!
_Kid you're actin when you're as smooth as a raper,
Look at his flow this "SHOT" already comes with a "chaser!!"
Ya watch blinged out? I leave ya "dropping mouth,"
Ya know J calls for help when ya hear "SHOTS ring out!"
A shocking doubt came to those "callin the spots,"
But I'm guessin that ya wack so I must be "callin the SHOTS!"
Think Face didn't son him? Shit ya better believe him,
Cuz I'm "bustin SHOTS" like the fuckin day I concieved him.
