Beef


[polluted]

Lets pop that Piter ass like they did Bigga
Shut the fuck up ho i be ya grave digga
Talkin' that shit about a trigga fake nigga
Cuchu up mince meat you eachu shit reada

Ridin' across ya ass in my SS gechu dead
Eat that tech type lead bitch make me glad
Get on ya feet not my dick lick my pump 'stead
When it busts in ya face you be smellin' bad

Wanted to start beef wit my homie Kormega?
He'll burn ya ribs wit hiz pound he'z my alter ego
Close ya ugly mug stop that gibberish flow
Matafucka when i come over you gon' blow

Dont forget to bring ya whole pussy crew over
Front bitches pop shit you do not represent
Draw and get laid out off my lyrical hangover
You'll be geetin' em slugs get what i present


Yo, here’ my homie Kormega getting the mic
Reap it baby, reap it. Gotta kick that mothafucka
Off that punk ass bitch wicha lyrical rush so
Em fake ass clowns (FAGS) don pop shit ever
Stayin’ in a cool place in a body bag+toe tag
Loose tongue never to talk that fake shit


[kormega]

and that's was cool, Mise
see Mega's verse...
aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhht

Mega & Mise are both on da mic robbery/
stuff that we drop even tougher than ivory/
check to Mise' shit, than my shit, bitch/
all u can do than is quickly get quit/

yeah... I'm just about to begin/
shit all da mothafukaz gotta peep in/
see how Pete scared when da gun come out/
coz my style 2 prefer shots ova knockouts/

Coz in real life Petro iz nothin but a snitch/
hidin frightened eyes behind dark glasses, bitch/
check it gayass, that's real freestyle shit/
u dream be like we, but just can't get with

and we did it once again...
just buck da mothafucka down...