I don't gotta try hard to lyrically murk your ass, Seth did the hard part // Cause you in developmental stages while my flow is state of the art // Alpha, Beta, same shit, your lines can't penetrate me, they weak // You unknown to this game, like the Captial of Mozambique // Never heard of that place, kinda similar to the facts about you // I've enough punches in this bitch to fill up the pouch of a kangaroo // Boo Hoo // Keep crying, I ain't phased by alligator tears // Thinkin you hot shit, ima just change my gears // Rip this shit quicker than Thomas Jones of the Chicago Bears// I'm still sitting here, wondering what kinda underwear you wear! // Call me Father Justin, cause I'm about to lyrically excorise you like Linda Blair // Fuckin with the best leads to the death penatly; the Lyrical Electric Chair // Looks it's a E-Transvestite.. Where? THERE! // You ain't got shit on me, your lyrics weaker than a 50 Cent diss // Excuse me, while you drop your lines, I'll be taking a piss // "Heat brings Sweat" and Cold brings shivers //
I'm fatal, something like the flu, more like hepatitis, my lyrics kill off your liver // Your crew bring their ass to Hawaii and I'll leave'em in a fetial position // Go to your friends, tell'em you threw down with the best and lost, to none other than Ambitionz.
Blah, blah, bleh bleh, your shits older than a Flat Screen tv / No creativity is what you lackin, so stop while your a-head // Cause truth is, I go down easier than Milk and Cinnamon Bread // Soon my name is gonna be wide spread // "Amibitonz" is fire, dude you ain't heard the kid yet? // I know my flows can lyrically choke ya, but you suffering from oxygen debt? // You ain't no real emcee, you more like a homosexual with HIV // Oh I see // Bring your ass to my hood and I'll leave you hooked up to an IV // I be the one and only A-mbitio to the N-Z // he he // Vic couldn't match me // I go short bars, or if I was to go long, it wouldn't matter // Cause I'm so good, I could lyrically spin a platter// Bust ya bladder // Anxiously waitin what I drop next // Cause you suck almost as bad as Lisa's Oral Sex // No bless // You hold up I ain't done.. so hold ya tongue // Hear the .44 Bull dog, that mean run // Cut me off again, and I'll kill you // Cause the kid say Ambitionz is the future? And your.. Just you.
Oh, still going at it Canuck? Understand a loss is a loss // Cause you got served tonight, I'm like Slim Thug.. A Boss // I ain't invisible but you couldn't seem me if you applied yourself // I'm becoming inpolitically correct like a dining room belch // Stand up and walk away when you think you've got what it takes to rock the mic // Toe to Toe, I'm Mike Tyson in this bitch, I bite // Take ya ear off, staple it to your forehead // I killed you twice tonight.. You still ain't dead?! // Stomp and rub you outlike Nas did to Jay // True or False.. Is Vic Gay?
Ima lyrical bully.. Like Helga Patacki // Hey Arnold, get your ass out the way football head! // You lnow what they say? You ain't a true blood until you done bleed // Let the blood flow from your wound like you upset // I'm a Certifed Gangsta like Jim Jones from Dipset // Ima stunna, I don't need snazzy beats to hide my lack of lyrics so enough // Cause pound for pound, lyric wise me tough // Speak in Irish dialect as I rip right through you // Breathe bitch breathe, you turning blue // Fuck you too // Hate my style cause // I'm dissing you // You don't know what's 2+2 // Why the fuck I ain't sponsered by FUBU? // Rocawear, give me an album deal to Aftermath and a Heinken and my through // Sniff Sniff // Smell that? I just shitted on you.
Short verses are good, but longer is better // I'm like a Jellyfish, I sting in Hot Weather // Colder is better // Microsoft word couldn't correct my dialect even if I used a header // Straight off the top of the head shit, don't need time to think and write it down // Too tough, I'm the Roy Jones of this shit Pound for Pound // Lyrically you can't see me // I've got more channels that Broadcast tv // Turn the station on this shit, you getting cooked // Or take your ass away from the PC and indulge in a book // Cause I keep it real when I do what I do, no excuses // I'm like a low fraction, I just can't be reduced.
// - Justin
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