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The Mask Of Bane
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Ahh, man! (No softies allowed, man!) A'ight, Grizzy (This a battle rap diss!) Here we go... real rap, raw, bars only! (And I still love you, Grizzy! Hahaha) Hahaha, this for Hip-Hop! Welcome to the back blocks Yeah, you a killer until the Gat pops And when they take a chunk of yo' apple, it ain’t a laptop I don’t take this dude too serious when he mad hot I’m cool, but he look like a high school mascot (damn) And I won’t even argue the fact When this n***a gotta put on a costume to rap I’m a diss n***a, for n***as that be all on my sack and lames using my name that trynna hop on the map They only talk about me when they hop on a track Ain’t nobody gon' click it if they just honest and rap They try to expose n***as, but it’s honestly cap Then drop a diss track that’s just awful and whack When he said I was clout chasing, man, I laughed too long ‘Cause I was the promo for his last two songs Now he been crying all week, tell this cat move on But I’m here, princess, put yo' glass shoes on He said shots, so I’m ducking those Hunt yo' ass like a buffalo Treat yo' ass like I’m Marcus I’m Hulking like Mark Ruffalo Lyrics, you are not touching those Grab a knife and start cutting hoes And I’ll go for the jugular since you look like a juggalo f**k it though If we ever brawl together, he'll need Bane's mask just to hold his jaw together My uncle Dane dashed ‘cause he put the rock together Speaking of rock, you must been smoking rock forever Or pop whatever, to really think you rocking better You not that clever, but I’ll give you the shot, whatever It look like you needed help, I got you fella I’m just trynna make sure yo' next drop is better Look, I’ll damage him I won’t even say that you be pandering But you be gambling every time that you get to rambling A fan of him? Please just reconsider your plan again ‘Cause at this point, not even a mannequin would stand with him He’s scrambling Unload the Blicky, then throw the Can at him They wilin' out (Wild 'N' Out), and they’ll do more then nick him when the Cannon's in I don’t believe that this n***a would bring the Hammer in ‘Cause without his makeup he look like he built for managing How I go from no food, paying dues, to the most talked about dude on The 'Tube? Nowadays, even if your title says 'Scru', it’s probably gonna get you more views, and it’s true (ha) But that’s the name of the game when you Papa Greg When you ain’t got a lotta cred', just use my name to pop instead The Choppa sound like Munfu, *Grr*, pop your head I’m 'bout to turn this walking gimmick to 'The Walking Dead' A lotta led You got a dread like a rasta head Old ass, one of your funeral is a rotten egg No ghostwriter I’m Ghost Rider, the hottest head I’ll pay for your whole burial, you just bought the bed I really like him when he get on a track That’s why I couldn’t bear watching Grizzy step in a trap But ain’t no boo-boo, b*t*h, I’m more like Yogi, n***a My flow be holy, Obi-Wan Kenobi, n***a So, he figured he was gonna fold me quicker? Now his head's swole like Angelina Jolie's kissers Got him staggering, like he can’t hold his liquor And f**k staples, he gon' need like, forty zippers I’m summon this mascara running, his eyeliner smudging, he tripping, no fake stuff Is you off the powder? Yo' foundation weak and that sh*t I can’t make up (hahaha)
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