Subject: YouTube: Title " Str8 Facts " Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:20 am
((A young Hispanic male in his early twenties replies to a diss by other gangsters rappers from a different neighborhood while he is heard by his close friends as they throw up gang signs and drink beer.))
So, let me teach you how to face facts straight You pointing fingers where it shouldn't linger, sniffing like the pig you were It's unheard how I spit my words and let the letters come out like a child being born I got lines that cut through your soul to make your heart get torn, your hands get sticky from jacking' off to too much porn, you wrap your hands around a cock, i bust glocks and light you up like fourth of july fireworks put down that purple rag, quit hitting up my hood with pathetic tags, it don't take me a rap song that call you out for what you are, a clear faggot , go ahead an' try to hide behind your crew of so called tough guys, rumors say rollin' height likes it rough, call me your worst enemy, so keep your friends close, but as far it goes right now I'm grilling you like a damn comedy roast, showing you for who you are, spending your time watching football games at a gay bar, but you ain't even up to par on my level, i compare myself to the devil, you just a freak of nature, you belong where you were put, in a closet, or maybe even 6 feet deep, don't even try to pick up a mic, stick where you was, with the gang of dikes, i keep this shit red and yellow like mike and ikes, and it ain't hard to tell that purple ain't belong 'cause you called out the wrong gang, mi varrio is primero, live and die for the twenty two, there were rip ridaz, the denver lane, and piru, but I'm gonna stay a balla killing fool
It's personal now, but back then it was just business, my shit is explicit, you choke on mad hard dick when you try to spit, you get passed on like a spliff, because it ain't no fun if the homies can't get none, but at the same time you claim to get sharper with age, you fictional, like johnny cage, and my lyrics are his feet kicking you away, you get lost in oblivion, i got respect for dudes that got the right to hold tecs, you don't belong in the 'jects, i literally kill rappers, have em waiting in a line for a death penalty, you can't even handle shooting me on your own, you'd rather have your people come to my home, mess it up, do whatever you can, to kill my vibe, but bitch you'll probably mistake it, I'll be there laughing cause it wasn't even mine, you just another sucker looking for loose dimes and change on the street, you still got the time to take your life around, and start a family, get a 9-5, I'll be somewhere in a prison doing my time for all the crimes i did, never took no regret for all the shit I've done, word is bond, you just a bitch, i put that on dot com, expose you to be what you was, just another fake who didn't get his facts straight, no matter where I'll be, I'm just another taco in the world's eye, keep on with your lies, SB, but I'm still gonna be miles ahead of you, sprinting like the immigrant everybody thought i was, except I'm running fire around you, completely destroyed, like jay z on ether
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