Brass Tacks Video (MV)

I'm back with a track you can pass at him
Dissin' one man kru cuz I'm mad at him
If I catch him slippin' then I'm gonna take a stab at him
Just listen to his music homie I ain't gotta brag at him
I'm not the best but I'm easily greater
Than a man who was juggalo fam turned hater
Try dissin' violent j bitch we know your a lie
Your jealous cuz the duke is one hell of a guy
You talk shit about your homie bitch give it a rest
I woulda hit you in your ugly ass face and just left
Cuz that's disrespect now it's time to reflect
Your whole lyrical career is proof of neglect
Your a fake ass bitch so just crawl in a hole
In the fetal position, cuz you've lost all control
Do you even have an original thought in your brain
Cuz all your music is theft and that's simple and plain
It's obvious to me that you ripped off the clowns
The evidence is clear that you stepped outta bounds
That was over the line, it's ok to use influence
But rippin' off an artist is the way that you do it
Just shut the f*ck up your two cents is a nuisance
It bruises your pride, when I show you what abuse is
Useless you shoulda listened to your boy
And just made a record that the fam could enjoy

Look drunk zambini, I gotta know
You seem pretty cool, why you work with a hoe
Like was he your bro from way back in the day
And even if that's the case, I still gotta say
He doesn't respect you, he's draggin' ya down
I won't say that you was ever headed for the crown
But you might have a chance if you work on your flow
And start to f*ckin' act like you know a juggalo
I digress, the topic, the matter at hand
Is a punk mother f*cker, the crew of one man
You can threaten and bully I expected no less
But I bet you always lost in a spellin' contest
Part of this music is studyin' rhyme
And you missed the mark almost every single time
Jokerr put you to shame with one f*ckin' verse
In comparison the rest of the album is worse
It's not your fault, too many blows to the skull
I'm proud of you for even talkin' at all
I'm rockin' your jaw with a lyrical fist
Our first diss even had your home boy pissed
Your like the dumb jock, with some privilege at school
But in the real world you get played like a fool
And you can't play it cool so to blow off some steam
You seem to wanna make a f*ckin' joke of a dream

So f*ck you, one man kru
L b sickning f*ck you too
One man kru we see through you
And look at what you made us do

We told you we would be back with the brass tacks diss
And everything we're spittin' on the track is the facts bitch
Call sombody, it was pretty cool
And that's a quote from a message that was sent by, you
I'm not through, not even close
You should pack up your shit bitch and just get ghost
We don't want fakes in the juggalo fam
But then you come along with an out stretched, hand
What a scam, just do your own shit
You need to give it up and just mother f*ckin' quit
Sit down and shut up or you can get cut up
It's do or die right now I think you better nut up
If you got skill let me know when it drops
I know you ain't talkin' bout your last two flops
We made three albums last year all of 'em dope
You make beats buyin' feats but the mic says nope
You should get you a rope, and rope off the studio
Unplug your mic stick it straight up your booty hole
Fart out a track pull apart all the crap
Just to keep on frontin' like you know how to rap