Conceited Bastard

Uh, what what? Supafriendz, uh, uh
Straight up and down, ain't no comparing me, see
Cause I got some shit that'll put y'all motherfuckers
Back in freestyle therapy, be

I make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit you're getting ripped apart
Dissing wack niggas without rehearsal
No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it

Your man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh
I make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block without leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got plans to make you hot

Watch an MC and you rot, nigga these flows is crisp
When a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like this
There's mad niggas that want to see Mad Skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your bitch in my whip

Get a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the scratch
MC's want to get gassed, I feed their ass a lit match
All these jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss Magic Johnson before they tell me I'm nice

But that's aiight, Northside E, conceited times three
Come through your town on skis, subtracting MC's
Word to Battle be in Lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you getting that

Plus you getting blown out the fucking frame
Who the nigga that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, answer me (Bastard, you are)

Who the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack MC's right in their casket?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(You are you conceited bastard)

Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they straight lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libs

Taking me out? Stop hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes tying into name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one chain

I give a fuck about fame, press your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that nigga you want to fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
He don't know his name, can't walk a straight line

Pissy drunk, screaming like Onyx
Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with your clothes
On backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbian

Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
Talking about you representing, putting your town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "Super?"

Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash
You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all playa haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before this shit even start, come see me

Who the MC that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack MC's right in their casket?
(You are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(You are you conceited bastard)

"Well that's true" "You are"