Fact Diss, Volume One

Chorus
Yeah!
G-Mac's a bitch, yeah!
Fucking bitch, yeah!
I'ma fuck your whore!
Yeah, G-Mac's a bitch!
Yeah!

Verse
Yes, a bitch
I'm gonna fix him off in the wrist
Three years of friendship, I hate it
Regret it, yes, you're a bitch
I bet you have tons of wet dreams
But you're never gonna get no whores
I got an extra posse' mate so stop unless you wanna get wrecked
Have you reconfigured the consequences yet?
You had a vision, I had a vision to, let me speak
Stop calling yourself a King
I'm gonna wrip out your bitch's vocal chords
When she sucks my dick
But who's info is that but hers? (Yeah!)
Everytime you see me, you scream
I turn yourself into a crippled Crip
Your shoes explode
You gotta deal with 50 degree, nigga
We used to be in the same class
In your music videos you never dress as a rapper
You don't belong in my class
Stop acting like you belong to hip hop
You need to get a job
I slap my dick around your bitch's neck
Drop out of school and miss your career
That's your bitch, left in the cage
Former widow of a rapper
Fuck that shit, I'm the old school
Smoking my speaker box while you sleep in the cage
Scared to match my vowels tonight
You too disrespectful to Kings around you to try to eat the right food
Got me so pissed off I'm up till like midnight
Seeing, speaking visions of blood running down you like a heavy presence
I can't fuck your bitch until she comes to me because I don't care to know about her residence
Don't want her thinking this is a real thing
I don't fuck with the game of bars like you
You can jump in front of a train and fly
I jump with Detoxify, you can't even walk or talk our direction, you lost a lot and find yourself aloft
But when you see the world and then see me in the streets just remember how you got here
I'm only going as for as to tell you why you lame, lame
I can't turn your llama into drama, get your sounds to get above the ground level
Down here it's sixty degrees
I'm working, not clowning, not on no cycle
I'm not terrified by you
I put lame niggas in the streets then let me in their girl's sheets, yeah
I'm jacked up, I can't leave a body behind because it's too easy
Your nigga's all love me and Detoxify
You better stop, you stuck with me
You suck in comparison to me
There's no time for a crime scene
All I have is time for a rhyme scheme
Just to fuck with you
Throw you in lava
Flows got a certain quality from me
I've got a blue moon, money don't make you
But who says the same in regards for me?
And don't make a false move because I'll blow your fucking skin and ass off
I put your girl in a rocket, she can meet you
Fuck again, fake orgasm
Leave me, take me
Through the entrance with my bag
Stop whipping it at kids
Just for tired acts
G-Mac, you so dead to me
I can't take an entire rapper, but an entire rap came to me
So I'm working until I wrap ya
I'm tellin you, I can't save you
I'm talking to you dickhead
Fuck you like a jalapeno
I'm too sick in the head
My dick is the King, my dick is the master, monster
Your bitch suck it in public
I hand her the key
I'm the King of the Titanic pussies
If I erupt, you die
I'm the brainwasher
I yell "Hello motherfuckers!"
And all, come on
Jealous, hun
Listen
Jealous

"Nigga you lost your mind?"
I don't give a fuck about you
Dead

I invented this fight
So I don't care about the flight
I run this game, you're too late
You nigga's have issues
Fuck your rhyme, fuck your life
I don't give a fuck, good fight
I know you'll never get married
I'm the biggest fist, back in your face like a lift
And it's Quadlo, the Production
So stay where you stay
Emcees never know when to stop
They don't care if they see you bleed
I see you lame nigga's
I'm walkin' towards ya
I'm OG, OG, I'm sick
It's me, Ab Ceff

I'm a King
Marvelous rapper, OG
I'ma come and steal everything
Make my money
Now I walk the line (walk the line)
Bout to put a mask on
Bout to put your spot on
Bout to take your skin off
"Oh, nigga, that's a high risk!"

(instrumental break)

Fresh, it's too late
Don't be rude to me
Now it's time and X

(instrumental break)

I'm hungry
I'm hungry motherfucker!
I'm hungry for you
I can eat newborn baby

Eh, eh
I see your bitch like
"Oh no, OG Ab Ceff
Don't leave us, we wanna love ya"
You know what, nigga?
I don't give a fuck
Come on, pick up
I need Detoxify
I need to talk
Where are you, man?
Okay, meet at the spot, man