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I'ma body this kid, ain't hard to see why/
The best thing 'coming' outta Timmy's mouth is a gay guy/
Stop rappin' son, cause you is talentless/
You'll live 'hip-hop' when i take ya legs and break the shit!/
Tagging MY town with your shitty ass graffs/
Step to me kid, i'll beat your stupid gangsta ass!/
I don't talk shit, fuck a switchblade to the gullet/
You grew your ratty out cause you can't afford a mullet!/
You broke bitch, you ain't really know who you're messing with/
I put the RD in RD, MY town kid/
You wanna act tough, you better wisen up!/
Play with the big boys, kid you better sizen up!/
And fuck your boy Evers, you're both a bunch of nevers/
Never has, never was, or never will be EVER!/
And i ain't playin' round, you'll never be in my league/
Bitch please, sit down, before you get your ass beat/
Lose teeth, quickly, i'm not usually violent/
But i'll fight for what is right, like you remaining silent!/
Fuck RDF, Fuck NSB/
Matter'fact, FUCK EVERYTHING that you speak/
Damn, how you gonna take the name of someone famous/
Use it as your own and spit raps that sound like anus/
You're writtens are outrageous, your audio is heinous/
Roxby Downs Finest? WRONG, you're the fucking lamest/
Yo, i spit vicious, you can call me malicious/
When it comes to these disses, i destroy little bitches/
I'll leave you both in stitches, buried in a couple ditches/
Don't believe me? Go and ask that stupid little fucking nip bitch! (Emah)/
Yeah, i'm the king of this rap shit, i'm known as Wog/
You on the other hand.... just call me God/
You're in Roxby Downs now , you ain't in your home-town/
We don't like this gangster shit, faggot PUT THE MIC DOWN!/
I spit sick and make hits, you get hit for shit spits
My tracks get on playlists, so therefore we are opposites
Agent Tone Deff, shut up kid you're horrible
Call ya Ethan Hunt, cause beating me is Impossible!
Where's ya Tomahawk, is it hidden in your bum-bag?
I suggest you head back South, ya little thug fag
Gangster clothes, with your west-side pose
Can't wear nothing decent cause the motherfuckers broke
West-End drinker, bandana on his face
100 Percent, CENTRELINK CASE!
Ya skinny little twig, don't even try to act rowdy
Cause my punches hit you harder than your fucking friend 'mousey'
And Evers, don't think that i forgot about you bro
You're just as bad as Tone Deff man, you're both homos
Ya girl Chetti, lookin' like a yeti, lookin' worse than Freddy
You ain't ready, ya rhymes are a Crocker shit, call yourself Betty
And why you's gettin' sweaty dude? I ain't even started yet
I'm just reminding you's that i'm the king, so don't forget
When you're stepping to me, with your weak ass flows
That i'm a veteran of rap, you're messin' with a pro
Yo, you're comin up short, you last in this race
Give your girl your bandana....to cover her face!
Ha...you're both fags on each other's dicks
Spittin whack as fuck rhymes, thinking you're the shit!
You can't rhyme, ya can't flow, you can't even be legit
Talkin' bout guns and knives, but you haven't got shit!
Zip your lips, ya little bitch, my advice to you is quit!
Who need's the gym when Wog can leave you ripped!
And i'm probably gonna get locked up for this
Cause i'm pretty sure that i just raped these two kids!