some diss lyrics to some derkheads i used to know

[benny_g]

you dont look right holding a mic so tell me blud wats going on with ya screwface

listening to you spitting ya bars its becoming apparent to me that we have a new case

but i dont wanna be 2 faced so i'll spit this shit and mail it to you on ya homepage

because people thinking that they can spit when they cant even talk properly... this shit gets me enraged

and then i feel that i wanna engage, but not with u in conversation

so if.. conservation of your pride is something that you feel you cant really be wasting

dont grab the mic out my hand and go on like u think your too lyrically deep

cos ill rush the stage slap ya face and make u sound like the bitch that spits in misteeq

so listen blud take my advice and dont pick up the mic again

because battlin me u'll only gonna be fighting for ya life again

once i start blowing up like hydrogen u aint got a chance

i'll leave you in the darkness like i just blew out ya lights again

cos as your probably aware, any thought i happen to have spare

gets written down to help prepare for oncoming lyrical warfare

but this aint wat id call warfare cos its slightly one sided

get it right cos you man like block weed, and im something like hybrid

ive been mc-ing on road for time blud, your just a little shy kid

when beef escalates u scream ya mout of and close ya eyelids

curl up into a ball whimpering til theres nuttin but silence

sounding like that old raekwon tune screaming STOP THE VIOLENCE

lyrically i could never be outsmarted, i'll finish your spitting career before its even started

i thought i told u man, dont come into this game half arsed and half hearted

cos that means theres a rat amongst us mc's and its my job to flush u out like the departed

and you lot make me laugh, you think your a tight click

you think your close friends but in reality your just thick

so tell me which one of you lot is sucking who's dick

in fact you man dont even make me laugh because you make me feel sick

and you might end up on the sharp side of my stick

or i might beat you man with an array of metal bars and bricks

but i find that my feet and fists usually do the trick

you remind me of a bunch of little redneck hicks

running ya mout chattin about how you fuck all the boom chicks

but your wrong blud, they aint the choong ting theyre all swag

picking up allycats, town bikes and local slags