I try protect my crew from Solace...and y'all go start some shit
Guys, I'm much sicker than some barf and shit
Your parents goin need a fuckin cart and shit when i take apart ya shit
And dump it at the park and shit
Just know that tryina "spark" some shit just leaves you in the dark and shit
Whoever's wishing harm will leave with missing arms when this diss is done
Leave you with no wisdom son, the rest of you on chicken farms
Before dissing, think how you gonna hang with me like drapes dawg?
When you're so far below my level that you only see my shade walk
Leave you detached like grape jobs, your punchlines turn to my lunch time
Lets eat...got the Spyder on top and so I just crunch...grind
Only way he write rhymes that "touch" mine is if i dip my pen in his venom
Now onto the Zu, skin that beast and turn him to denim
You goin think the fuckin sky is falling when i rip out your spinal column -
- for thinking that your rhymes are ballin.
No more Spyders crawling
I got my go-go-gadget flow Lupe'd around every animal cage
Yea you might be a big ass Zu but it's "hunt the animals" day
I get so "physical" with mine like my rhymes are doctored
I see Zu goin hard, then peep his avatar...awkward
Dude looks like he writes rhymes in a library with a Guide-to-Free
So I steal this guy's degree...don't quit your day job at the pharmacy
My Spydie senses telling me...insects don't have special powers
No rain unless theres clouds, so will drown you with the showers
At least Zu has the wit, you get Socced-hur (here), i pack the kick
You get smoked like packaged sticks, in battle he's the "captured" prick (General? nooo!)
My Spidey senses also tell me that your response will be...so very lame
You're just not "dope" enough my dude, I married "Mary-Jane" (spiderman, hola)
Your army Generals ain't helping you when I drop rockets
And you wonder how the entire Zu can end up in my Hot Pocket
Y'all got the trash day flow, plus y'all recycle
My "arm"-Strong (Lance) the way I "beat up" these bikers
Zu said y'all the Wright Borthers so I go and break your apparatus
Then break that so called "chemistry" of yours like a failed crystal lattice
Say what? got Tunisien on my sonar
Saw me write some stuff and surely, he got a boner
I thought Tunisien was just a TR Stan, what the fuck's he doing?
Writes so many "bars" for me, but as you'd think, not one is "moving"
When Tunisien wrote his verse I know what he was thinking...
"Damn, this "beef" is getting huge, I gotta throw my dick in"
Tuna man, pipe down, why you tryina battle me?
You couldn't cum "straight" even if you jerked off without gravity
I know your faggot ways and why you came to go "drop bars" (soap)
Is anyone surprised by his intention to get Sox "hard"? (gross dude)
Call my flow 2012, this how your fuckin world ends
It's time to just come out the closet and stop photoshopping in fake girlfriends
I throw some TNT into his ocean, watch the Tuna explode
Then point a nuke toward his country and send the Boom! to his folk