You're living proof that Fifty's 22 can kill a man/ (diss to 50 lol)
Sifting through my nifty screws for a flu to donate to you, billy fag/ (the goat lol
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You silly trans-sexual chilling with Stans, killing plans to revive hip-hop, so my shit pops/
To flip cops and fuckers who mess wit' top MC's, is it tempting to get shot?
I wish I could sympathize with you fool, but who am I kidding lies?/
Cause my head ain't in my asshole and I ain't got a fag soul, don't try/
If I wanted to fucking hear your stupid opinion, I'd beat it out of you, bitch/
I need a clue, which was your opinion on me? Here's the crayons, now draw your opinion, sit/
Down and relax, feet at the ground, why you twitching? Is it the mental/
Disability that's killing your physical ability? Sentimental/
Disses won't phase me, crazy fucker, don't get emotional on me; it's not time for therapy, fool/
Your very presence is warning to peasants not to raise their kids like you/
Wow, this looks whack after I re-read it, but oh well. I never saw Joe M so I'll go easy.