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letra de in da club remix - 50 cent diss - x (random)

(in da club remix)
-intro: i don’t usually write stuff like this but i actually wrote this
in like 65 minutes for fun after hearin’ royce da 5’9s sh-t. although i edited a few lines before uploading this
overall i’d say approximately 90 minutes. or maybe even 2 hours. 2 hours 30 minutes at most
i lost track of time i had so much fun with it. so whatever, feel it-

i’ll wear your g unit sneakers when i start kickin’ ya -ss,-
f-ckin’ with me i’ll leave you in a body bag with your hard d-ck in a cast,-
i could smash you for trash talkin’ all that cr-p when ya spit,-
thinkin’ you’re rappin’ the sh-t,-
it sounds like you don’t even have a p-ssion to spit,-
‘n i ain’t even goin’ hard i just felt like smashin’ ya hit,-
’cause if i get serious it’s gonna feel like i’m stabbin’ ya heart-
while i’m grabbin’ ya art-
to crush in my fists,-
‘n it feels good”’like the rush in my p-ss-
i’m the sh-t boy but y’all ain’t flushin’ all this,-
’cause i’m too big now so i’m mashin’ ya crew,-‘n bashin’ ya clique-
wonderin’ what happened to you-while i’m smashin’ ya chick-
i’m rappin’ the new-flow over your own beat ’cause your style’s too old fashioned to do-
‘n i actually only wrote this cr-p in a few,-
minutes i didn’t even have the p-ssion to do-
a real punchline about your half rhymin’ one syllable bullsh-t,-
really do you think anyone actually has high standards for the cr-p they think that you’ll spit?-haha right yeah fool quit,-
but speakin’ of which”’your buzz has been dead for so long you ain’t been considered ill in a while,-
it’s ’cause there’s so many generic rappers just like you now so noone’s feelin’ ya style-
thinkin’ you’re real /you’re just real/ in denial,-
but aye it’s cool don’t be mad in fact take this shot ‘n just smile-
’cause this is probably the most publicity that you’ve got in a while,-but you only deserve a spot in a pile,-
of garbage just sittin’ in your mansion writin’ sh-tty rhymes tryin’ to convince yourself you’re hot in denial,-
only these ignorant hoes ‘n pop heads are feelin’ you homie,-
you’re only appealin’ to lowly-
unintelligent fools but if you ain’t fake then you’re real ‘n you know me,-
i’m hungry for bread so if you wanna battle put up a mill(meal)’n you show me-
you’re truly ready for war but don’t back down when i start revealin’ you phony,-
thinkin’ you’re real ‘n you so g,-
don’t start squealin’ to poli”’ce
‘n praise me as you get on your knees while you kneel ‘n you blow me,-
’cause you ain’t on the streets workin’ sh-t the crib which you chill in too cosy,-
‘n i got plenty more material for you incase you’re feelin’ too nosy
i’ll torture you before i put the steel in you so we,-
are gonna be here /for/ a while ’cause i’m k!llin’ you slowly,-
i’m like dave cha-”’ppelle with my punchlines ‘n noone’s gonna save ya,-
but you ain’t even worth destroyin’ i just felt like k!llin’ a beat,-
plus you’re just another one of eminem’s old tools he used to prost-tute let go independent still in the street-
bluffin’ claimin’ you’re the concealin’ the heat,-
(i didn’t get around to figuring out how i wanted to incorporate this material)
…barbequin’ m.cs ‘n grillin’ the meat,-never feelin’ defeat,-i’m real ‘n elite-
i rep for the real motherf-ckers that struggle while you chill in a suite/sweet /buildin’ to sleep/keep,-
well you can call that your coffin ’cause i’m puttin’ all ya b-tches dogs ‘n children to sleep/
you can’t stand up to me boy stay still in ya seat…
…/’n eminem i don’t like dissin’ ya crew,-sh-t even before i started rappin’ i only listened to you/…
but back to fifty like i said there’s a bunch of names of whack rappers like you i wanna maim so i might be missin’ a few,-
’cause y’all are so generic so please excuse me i got a lot of dissin’ to do,-
‘n i did this all ’cause i know if you don’t spit over a hot beat like this practically noone’ll listen to you,-
so i decided f-ck it i’ma put my money where my mouth is,-while y’all quiet as mouses,-
i’m spittin’ bars through a speakerphone with the volume at maximum just to make sure i’m the loudest,-
when i call y’all out i rhyme the proudest,-i finish spittin’ a line ‘n each time the crowd is,-
cheerin’ me on,-like i said you ain’t even worth my time so get out of here ‘n be gone,-
’cause i’m gettin’ bored so i’ma end this song by buyin’ a”’purse ‘n a wrack,- /of b00bs/
for 50 cent ‘n curtis you should pay homage ‘n thank me ’cause i put you in a verse in a track,-
so if you respond you better admit you’re worse ‘n ya whack-
‘n also bare ya implants,-
with your fake -ss ’cause although there’s a slim chance-
i’ll directly target you while i’m dissin’ again…i ain’t whipin’ my -ss ‘n i guarantee that this sh-t isn’t the end /missin’ a friend/
…
so yeah uhhh i wrote this in like approximately one hour. i didn’t use any prewritten material. like i knew during the
process of writin’ this cr-p i had some prewritten material but i just thought this would be a fun song i’d upload one day
(for future reference)
i got love for 50. this is just a song i made for fun. call it stress relief. but at any rate this is just an appetizer
of what i have in store for y’all. like i said, i didn’t go hard on this song. though i think, as far as a diss track
goes, this is a sufficient one. and like i also said
i plan to diss a lot of other artists, whether it be directly(specifically) or generally
i’m tempted to just show y’all ’cause i hate talkin’ about it but i’ma save all that for my 2nd album. if y’all have
anything y’all wanna see leave some feedback. i intend to check this thread frequently
peace out, x

- x random

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