IamCruz - Jason's Demise (GTO Diss) Lyrics

It's a different type of breed of raps, you know that
We must defend what we do
You can't, you can't go poke the bell with an arrow and get mad because he bit you
You can't do that

You can't do that
You can't say, he's a monster
No, you can poke the monster
Now understand, I ain't swinging with no made up shit

Bout to get squashed, your whole facade is a layup miss
Bar for bar, you ain't enough, you'll get switched off quick
You ain't Escobar, your brick talks a Pixar flick
Don't rap with the guards, stay on your hustle

Don't you know I'm MJ, where the you Brian Russell
Game six, all for the chip, I got the muscle
So you gon' really take this L, go home and cuddle
I think your brain waves is aching

You must not know who you facing, Jason
Try to dunk on Mutombo, you know I had a block
Thought you mastered a class, but that's a paradox
Damn, you bagging bitches out in resale

That tenderoni is a shemale
Then after this, don't ever think you'll prevail
They ain't tell you back then, nigga, you weak still
When I get on that stage, I am the illest

When you get on that stage, you hearing crickets
Better polish your flow and perfect your lyrics
I'm serving your demise so the whole borough can hear it
Scoring on you without moving a pivot

Worried about pissing your bed, but now you're shitting
You're weak 16s and nothing new to me, I'll bury you
Have Doc shoot and read out your eulogy
And Oompa Loompa mixed with a Koopa Troopa

I'm Bret Hart with a sharpshooter, you done loser
Your face remind me of Jaws and GoldenEye
So get it clear, you ain't top ten, you below the line
A.O.P., you got some BB-9s

So I can give him the Jason, he looking teary-eyed
He might need therapy after this reply
My wristbands move more than your streams all combined
Nigga, check the stats, homie

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