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Kuniva - Gun Shot Part 2 (5 Ela Diss)
Killen off blood suckas quicker than Van Helsing
Soon as the bell rings you can tell things
Are about to happen I'm cool as that
You Mr. Belding
Ring the alarm, I remain calm
Chillen in the building like a bomb threat
You ain't even armed yet
C4 strapped to my nuts, I got the bomb sex
Bitches put my dick on their lips like was comex
Living like it's boardwalk or park place property
You cheap like the purple piece of shit on monopoly
Hunch back shooter from out of the land cruiser
You can die hard or fall off worse than hans gruber
Your mans ruder than most, cuts [?]
Run fast, they hit you slowdown like Grand Puba
Black and red pumas my brotha laced em crazy
When the best friends were murdin cats in the mid 80's
The kid shady don't ever test, you seem skeptical
I'm a dick I don't hang from other mens testicles
Back again to wreck a few, let the weapon loose
Crazy like a clansman at an African festival
You want beef, bring the vegetables
I supply the broth, I season your little chest
When the cannon fire off
I'm more than a threat, I'm a walkin promise of death
And death is only promised to us
When you all out of breath
I stand alone in the dark with four corners and spark
Light the room up and go out for a midnight walk
The kid might talk, fuck it
I'm out and about clowning
Dick inside your spouses mouth as she start drownin
Long dick your momma, I hate to degrade women
In your kitchen buzzin drinkin a 40 on thanksgivin
Ain't nobody fuckin with the kid I'm feelin cocky
I'm early to the office and I'm pissin in the coffee
If your last name ain't Christ, you can't stop me
9 millis end your happy days like Patzi
You saw me at the cypher my nigga that wasn't shit
I get busy with the rhymes my homie, that wasn't it
I'm the Frank Nitty of D12 holdin a Tommy
Ridin on the outside of the Chevy ready to party
The boy spittin like he didn't sell a couple mil
Like he didn't make history when he signed his deal
And you ain't even dope, I run through your whole roster
And dunk your mom's face in the tank at Red Lobster
Stomp a Mudd hoe, and Mudd hoe for walkin
I'm goin gung ho on you dumb hoes for talking
Y'all was just dissin each other and talkin tough shit
Get off D12, ya'll give D12 enough dick
A bunch of mad rappers, y'all niggas ain't even has beens
A has been used to be somethin, y'all niggas ass
Talkin about y'all at the funeral they were clappin
But most people clap when they witnessin pure actin
I slap you all around this booth nigga
Worse than the day in New York when Proof did it (you remember that shit Thyme)
Dirty Lookin butter ball dread head I see you
And Mudd lookin sicker than a dry-faced weasel
Funny thing, he just saw me at Drews
Two months ago he gave me a hug lookin confused
I was like Thyme give me your number, he said cool
If you had beef you shoulda fronted and made a move
Probably cause you knew I woulda boxed yo ass out
Let you hit me once than I woulda knocked your ass out
And why didn't we ask Mudd if he was ok
He saw Proof died, went into work the same day
To me that was plain to see that you alive, at work
Sounds like you OK to me
I'm speakin for myself, this is Von, it's Kuniva
And 5 Ela now means men with vaginas
A Runyon Ave soldia, I'm a boss, I'm a rida
And y'all ain't worth the paper that you using for your fliers
That's why I barely fuck with little hip hop cats
They rather thug on their mousepad or in house raps
When I was runnin with the real ones on the block doin thangs,
Y'all was burning incense and chewin sugar cane
Y'all hated on SV, hated on Em,
Mudd bounced, Thyme got mad and hated on him
Now you back together like a bitter old couple
A little more scrawny, little to no muscle
One lookin like a bulimic and aids patient
The other lookin like a dirty mop with a facelift
Peep Proof's album and listen to Mudd
Dissin Thyme and tellin us how bitch that he was
You wanted D12, you got one of the 5 fellas
5 Ela rhymes so good with I'm jealous
This is just a warnin, I give you a couple bars
Nothing too deep, you walkin away with a couple scars
I go the Kobain route
Whoever can recite a verse from y'all and say it's dope
I blow my brains out
Fuck a sneak diss, I ain't with the weak shit
Y'all are more political, I be on some street shit
Left your big brother there bleedin
Got the nerve to speak nigga you should be happy you still breathin
But the first one to talk to XXL, didn't wanna tell it all
Because you would tell on yourself
You lookin real desperate and cryin for attention
And tell little whoopie he should cut off those extensions
When they perform you might miss it
Charlie Brown homie got the stage all cloudy like PigPen
I'm a lay off you niggas cause you are not tough
Funny that your name is Mudd, bitch you lookin washed up
You wanna hear the real gotchya,
A while back Mudd called me up to borrow a thousand dollars
I looked at the phone all startled
Thought to myself this nigga musta lost his marbles
I ain't fuckin with you
Your face lookin like God was in a rush and really had somethin to do
You can formulate a plot and go build you a crew
But to me ain't nobody bigger bitches than you
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