(Verse 1: X Untitled)

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(Verse 2: SWEATT)

Fuck around get knocked out

Cause you dealing with a boss now

Me and X dont take shit

So you can fuck off

Unless you wanna get choked out

Try and talk it with your throat out

And I go back to back like "back to back" inside the club

A diss track with a platinum plague

I'm rapping facts you're rapping fast

You're fucking dumb

Talking fake feelings with a couple drums

Talking that shit but won't hit

You would rather pop in a clip

Than throw fists

I've been fucking sick of fakers that's raging

You ain't shit

I dont feel the shit that you're saying

Fuck out of the mosh pit

And if I bark I bite I bite your face

And fuck you up

A nice knife with an uppercut

You're fucking fucked

I'll fuck you up enoughs enough

You fucking suck

And you been sounding like a fucking punk

(Verse 3: M.I.K.3)

See I packed a fist

For you pussy activist

How you attacking this

When your a fucking pacifist

You can't compact a disc

How you gonna impact a diss

When you can't take fucking a risk

I need to take a break and piss

Shoot the shit but don't run

You popped the clip in your gun

Yeah bite the words of your tongue

Wish your a god but you ain't one

I drop your team in a fist fight

What's it called it's a squad wipe

I beat the pussy on sight

Your all bark but yet no bite

NICE KNIFE! NICE KNIFE!

FUCK LIFE! FUCK LIFE!

NICE KNIFE! NICE KNIFE!

FUCK LIFE! FUCK LIFE!

NICE KNIFE! NICE KNIFE!

FUCK LIFE! FUCK LIFE! YA!!!

(Verse 4: Red Line Savage)

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