J-10 diss
 

I heard about yon homies Twiztid gettin busted in N FLA for possesion due to a former hype man Blaze used to run with turning on his own. So this is a quick rhyme I decided to throw back, lemme know what ya think. Legit improvements, add ins or constructive criticism appreciated.

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J-10 a ***got-hear he can't hack it, that's why he dropped the hatchet
wait a hack is exactly what he is, another fake in the biz
gotta snitch to get his, that's what ya call a bitch and this is
a message to you, J-10 and anybody ya call crew,
from me and the Juggalos to he and you, **** YOU!

Don't get it twisted! **** YOU-and every bitch ya ever knew!
What's this!? Claim you down, you with the clown,
but you call the cops as soon as they hit town?
Come at me with "who ya dead who"
and Imma play "YOU the dead dude!"

Remember that time we got high after that show? **** no!
Ya don't cuz I only burn with a Juggalo! Never a juffaho!
Act like ya know! If ya did, you'd give it up and go.
I'm just some random thug and I'll burn ya down solo!

Faker and a hater, an imitater-a man on man masturbator,
lemme put it straighter, you a traitor, a bull**** vindicator,
Heard "snitches get stiches"? I bury bitches in ditches! And ya next in line!
Yeah I bring my Estwing, you bring a 9 and I walk away fine,
Immortal Juggawarrior! You plastic in body armor!

Don't get it twisted! **** YOU-and every bitch ya ever knew!
What's this!? Claim you down, you with the clown,
but you call the cops as soon as they hit town?
Come at me with "who ya dead who"
and Imma play "YOU the dead dude!"

Melt in front of my heat! Step and get beat! Harder than the street,
Iron, lumber and stone, stay off my dick meat! Leave it alone,
boy get the **** on, before the curtains get drawn on another industry pawn.
This song is too long and the beat's over so I'm gone.
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