[Verse 1]

Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth

I guess he wasn't hearin' me

I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me

Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me

Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security

It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash

Take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass

Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"

Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side

Who got bodied?

Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie 

Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby

I'm a sound off

This nigga's a clown y'all

Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car

Shows over Bozo

No mo', I'm back 

Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him

He choose to, diss 

But he know not what he gettin'

While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch

Blllaah!

C'mon I'm a product of my environment

He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement

He go at me I hit him asap

Take that

Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)

He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at

Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at

They told me you ain't the pistol type

So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke

Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie 

You steppin' in another circle

I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple

Everything about your lame flow represents 

Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow

Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled

Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels

I'm fly

You a fly fisher

You lie

You die

Goodbye



Zip 'em up [x4]



[Verse 2]

C'mon

You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden

So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin'

I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin

I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven

Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard 

No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn

I threw the bait

You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin'

Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden



[Verse 3]

Budden said the battle was embarrassin'

Comparison

This shit here more embarrassin'

So I'ma use his beat to merk you

And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too

I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool

I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+

This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time

And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme

It ain't beef

But I would like to shoot your jeweler

Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus

All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool

The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look

Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks

There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat

Y'all two doin' an album together

Ooh shit

Okay, I got a sample for you

Loop this:



[circus employee talking]

Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight

I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!

Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve

I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby



[Background]

Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money

Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush

I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? before me

It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny



[Verse 4]

The streets will teach you

I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people

The problem is, you think lyrically my equal

But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you

You be the bitch

Nigga we be the shit

You never slang like 40

You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit

I will eat your soul

My pieces glow cause they freezin'

These hoes is Keshia Cole

I'll put you in the hospital

You ain't the only one that got riddled

I got two

Check it

One

Flabby, Fabby, fuck you

Fucked yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son

Two

Yeah, pussy thought you took me

Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care

So what's the fuss 'bout

Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth

Nut, turn her out to a slut house

Who got bodied?



[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]

"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you"

"I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"

[Royce whispering throughout]

Ask about me



[Verse 5]

I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all

This nigga been dead since the eighth bar

But I'm tryin' to overkill him

Standin' over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie

With a spear shootin' at him

Till his body disappears

Look a here

I will put your crew in boxes

I done put whole crew in boxes

And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him

Put him out with the tools or boxing

So think about your next move

I will let you choose your option

Top ten 

Dead or alive

And I got soldiers

You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!

Oh yeah

It's over, hold that

Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at

Lyrically you Borat

Boring

Do anything for a laugh

You know that's....annoying

It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me

Well 

If you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me

Your luck over

Cause all you tried to do is be famous

So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked over

Boy pay up

I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up

I'm playin' chess with a Connect Four player!



[Chorus]

It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud

I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd

I'm bout to catch a body

I'm a bust a mag boy

I'm bout to catch a body

I'm a bust a mag boy

I'll kill y'all!

If you ain't never ran from a nigga

Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'

Get runnin'!

If you ain't never ran from a nigga

Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'

Get runnin'!



[Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]