Rage Sample-
Didn't I tell ya it just gets betta. You. You know sumn?
Dis sh** is funnier den hell. WAIT! I just thought of sumn.
f** you Dj Saint Sinner, you should be named Bj Saint Sinner.
You b**h a** f*ggot. Woops, sorry. Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated) Eh, you over there, get in line.
You think this is a muthaf**in game?
This is muthaf**in' war! You wanna call my name out then you say you're sorry?
Damn right you're sorry, I'll leave ya callin' for ya mommy
k**az comin' back for a lyrical warfare
b**h you better beware this ain't no f**in' bomb scare
You still hold a grudge from when WAK departed
Every word that ya spittin' make you seem more retarded
You claimin' you a thug, and you claim Tha CFG
Your lyrical sk** is too far away to be
Called a rap artist, your nuthin' but a joke
Soon as you get booed, ya f**in' a** choke
You think you make it somewhere? Well ya a** is outta luck
Ya CD was givin' to me 'cause ya f**in' a** s**
You try an' apologize when I hear about your lies
You try an' say I'm too scared to look you in the eyes
Well you know where I'm at, let's settle the score
Your lyrics are a bore muthaf**a prepare for war Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated)
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated) Mutha f**a, you ready to contest with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima smoke you, like cess
Wanna call Saint out? Well all of k**a Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's warfare attackin'
Our music's like a Mack Ten, it goes boom
But when you bumpin' sumthin' like you n***az clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha f** is this sh**?
Sounds like to me that you a p**y a** b**h
Differences between Bio k**az, and Rage
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the next page
Oh what n***a? Gon' shoot me in the head?
Well back it tha f** up chump, 'cause that's what you said
Now you're all askin' questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to diss I didn't think twice
Mutha f**a, now I'm challengin' you right now
To battle rap the Bio k**az and cry for a whole crowd Left, Left, Left, Right, Left (Repeated)
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated) You wanna spit that wack sh** then you wanna diss?
Well you can s** on my dick an' then choke on my fist
There ain't a damn thing you could do to discourage me
b**h can't you see? You can't f** with me destiny
You better recognize when you see a true emcee
Wigga please, dissin' you is a breeze
In ten years I'll laugh when I look you in your eyes
You'll be broke as f**, and servin' me my fries Lies, all you speak, but we got the real
Managers, shows, hoes, and tha whole k**a Kore deal
Everyone I talk to, all thirteen that heard your CD
Told me you f**in' s**, you'll never be me
CFG, ever since you heard us sayin' it
You f**in' playin' it, and now ya b**h a** is claimin' it
Get ya own sh**, and get off a few dicks
Oh and by the way we look forward to your retaliation diss Hahah