#LONGLIVEJAYz

Oh, this bitch doesn't know I'm crazy, bitch
I'ma cut your fucking head off and I'ma shit on it, bitch
You bitches decapitated, you bitches are giving weak
You bitches don't want these hands, you bitches are wannabes
You bitches don't want these hands, you bitches don't want a diss
I thought that you learned your lesson, you bitches don't got big cash
You bitches don't got a band, your cash app is giving dry
You bitches don't need to die, I know that, I am that guy
You bitches all wannabes, cause I am the one that eats
You hoes I eat for breakfast, you bitches are not the print
God damn, you need to die, just take all them pills and potions
You look up to me now, it's like I'm the Nicki M
If all of us had a chance, I'd probably make it bigger
Cause you got them weak disses, nobody don't give a fuck
You taking a couple days to write us some shit bars
I haven't gaged you enough, bitch, I wrote this in 10 minutes
You know that you're really mad, cause killa don't want you facts
My flow will be going sick, I'm dumber than Jeffrey Dahmer
I got a couple disses, and this is nobody's heard
If I call on the Pot Head Barbies, you bitches will get to running
I'll shoot up your fucking house, and kill all your fucking siblings
I know what I said was bad, my rapping's a little cap
B-bitches be hella snitches, I'm never catching a case
Cause I am a gladiator, and I'm your exterminator
I'm like a bad shit, bitch, got demons inside my head
The day that you saw my face, you wanted to suck my dick and suck on my fucking balls
I told you to back up, all hell to you fucking faggots
If your sister would've died, she would've turned into maggots
I would've pissed on her cross, and shit on her fucking grave
Your mother's gonna be next
You bitches my enemy, you bitches are fucking sad
You bitches are really lame, you bitches not even hard
You bitches are fucking fronting in front of your twitter friends
In real life you're just a loser, you sit alone by yourself
You sit at the lunch table, where nobody really sits
You bitches fucking retarded
You wrote me your fucking paragraphs, having a lot of icks
You give me the fucking ick
You bitches all like to click, but I like to click-clack
They call me Luis, I am the one that made Jay
When Kuis comes out, you bitches ain't safe
I don't beef with bitches, I beef with ghost writers
Ever since the killa beef, you sound shit
How you tryna be that bitch and beef with your writers
Don't ever call yourself no fucking flow writer
Bitch I write so many hits, can't beat my own dick
Beg for my pardon
Can't beat a bitch like this
I have no tits, so come suck my dick I'ma grind your balls and I'ma split your shit
And if you call the police, you up a weak ass bitch
Damn, guess you a weak ass bitch