Diss Track for Things Not Mine: Bitch Motherfuckers Who Ain't Bout Shit, Persecuting Jesus Christ

Bitch mothafuckers who ain't bout shit are Tahira Hayes and who she roll wit,

A bitch like you ain't barkin' like a nigga that fixin' ta spit.

Ya damn life away, fuck you muthafuckas, from South Central,

N the rest of you bitch niggaz that got killed by my lyrics, fello.

You can't jus decide to take off on me, bitch nigga coward,

Cuz I am a war crime, to bitch niggaz cuz this my hour.

You think that you can tee off and judge me like corpse do,

You found out, that "no" ain't what you say to a dude.

M On deaf row, you muthafuckin' coward,

I'm erasing the Netherlands, so full a shit, and bitch niggaz, this ain't they hour.

Bitch, I'm on deaf row for burying you niggaz, not one left to threaten a nigga,

You had it comin' young bustas and old suckas, lait down by the trigga.

Of a bigga nigga, stupid bitch ass bustas,

Murtn' tha gang's family, iz second t none objective foe a swole azz nigga, sucka muthafuckaz.

You said you waz the ones, but y fam had gone bad, like minez dit,

Straight slappin' bonez makin' up shit that ain't real,

bofe gang popz, that'z the end a that ordeal, cuz.

Fuck Pryu, BK, and all you Crip niggaz, castrated,

Not respecting Compton is this world I created.

You'z weak bitches and there is no difference,

Between you and females, cuz you iz straight missin'.

Leavin' this world, behind my back, caught you cases in the hood, (3 times)

Nunya cap rap, freestyle, cuz you ain't no good.

To anybody in the hood, you'z sum hype azz wankstaz,

Runnin from ya p.o, got you stankin' like I'm prankin ya.

You can't claim that I'm a white from Nazarareth,

But you tried to bitch niggaz, and it cost you yo breaf.

Look at LA, trying to lie about my name,

and ain't no proof about yo claim.

I wouldn't touch you wit a ten foot pole,

Bop bop bop bop bop, rat tat tat tat tat, hoe.

Goes the gat fo you fagget undiscoverin' azz,

Run from these faggot, deez little bloodz iz wack.

Y got crossed out instead, cuz I'm the real nigga stupid mutha fucka,

You'z crizzed out wit' your white man confession, sucka.

You are the real Jezus Christ, and I'm the persecutor, bitch,

You can't hold this clip in the mack 10, cuz ya wanted azz slipped.

Fa being the Lord, I plot yo murda mo times than you could trip on me,

a regula azz nigga hittin' you up fo bein' the Lord, fa suckin' on these.

You waz born in a manger, a victim of infanticide,

You broke the Sabbaf by healin', nigga uze a religiouz suicide.

Squeezin' this trigga and shankin' ya, ya lower than a bitch,

That suck dick on her husband friend, and a bitch azz apostle snitch.

Trying to get rid of your cross, you waz meant to carry fo talkin' that Jewish shit,

You on the list fo Calvary, and I ain't, you stupid little punk Jewish bitch.

This lawsuit you've been served iz to keep my name out ya mouth, cuz you iz sued formally,

Speak fo ya self ya stupid little punk azz nobody.

Me persecuting Jesus Christ and first on the list to kill him