Diss The Rapper Above You(THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE IS OPEN)

[John Flint]

I push the envelope with a little bit of Anthrax
You better remember that so get the ******** back
Don't approach me with a gas mask and some tear gas
Now your style is hardly memorable It's making me forget
It's like you OD'd on laxatives with all that soft s**t  

[L0rde]

John Flint

I push the envelope with a little bit of Anthrax
You better remember that so get the ******** back
Don't approach me with a gas mask and some tear gas
Now your style is hardly memorable It's making me forget
It's like you OD'd on laxatives with all that soft s**t

nice last line. only cause i go that hard in every last line
but i also like to grab nines and other scary pass-times
your very a** rhymes ain't got s**t on mine in the end though
get jab stuck. you on a losing streak; i'm bad luck like split poles
woofers sub like quiznos. make ya whole situation dismal when i in-go
tip toe in ya crib slow, hollow tip ya tempo then exit out the window  

[John Flint]

I don't make threats like that it's immature
That's the s**t your mother would deplore
And you seem like the type of person who's self absorbed
The type of ******** that I usually just ignore
Your all caught up in the ignorant chatter
Talking about how you'll take lives and make my brains splatter
I show no fear when you rhyme at me son
Because I have a feeling you've never held a gun
And I'll be the first to admit I could never take a life
So put down the gun and knife
Just rhyme harder rhyme smarter
Get an education
Than amass more wealth than most of Earths population  

[Prophecy247]

The fact of the matter is that i'll shatter your chatter
Swing at your face like i was a baseball batter
Haters use gun talk but i got that and clenched fists
That'll leave you a bloody mess and get you into a neck twist
You'll regret this, stepping to Flo is a fool's choice
Meet me and the last thing you'll hear is my voice
Telling you bad call now he's sleeping with fishes
On his knees with mouth open call you one of my bitches
My flow is vicious, why im known as lethal weapon
Take all your cash now your what we call bounce checking
All i know is you better bounce chicken, before i get heated
Have your lyrics running from battle i guess the lines retreated.  

[Hal Mob City]

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?  

[Hal Mob City]

Scared?  

[L0rde]

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a ***** Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati  

[Prophecy247]

Ast0n_Martin

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a n***a Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.  

[L0rde]

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a n***a Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.

ast0n mar- slash shoulda been a nascar
burnin mad far past the a** who thought his jag was a fast car
you in a lower tax bracket. aim at ya back then take a crack at it
smack dab it in the middle and leave it broken like a bad habit
dag nabbit. flo put himself in these type of positions
you will never have bars like mine; stay in your jurisdiction
yeah ya flo IS worse than crazy; you soundin like hallucinate to me
Direct-ly shootin at you actors; ******** around and get written out the scene
spit sumthin foul from out the spline. then like palpatine
toss you over the edge and hit the bouncin scene
you ain't been to war wit a force to be reckoned with
put ya good foot forward and i'll send it back to the crew that you stepped in with  

[Prophecy247]

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a n***a Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.

ast0n mar- slash shoulda been a nascar
burnin mad far past the a** who thought his jag was a fast car
you in a lower tax bracket. aim at ya back then take a crack at it
smack dab it in the middle and leave it broken like a bad habit
dag nabbit. flo put himself in these type of positions
you will never have bars like mine; stay in your jurisdiction
yeah ya flo IS worse than crazy; you soundin like hallucinate to me
Direct-ly shootin at you actors; ******** around and get written out the scene
spit sumthin foul from out the spline. then like palpatine
toss you over the edge and hit the bouncin scene
you ain't been to war wit a force to be reckoned with
put ya good foot forward and i'll send it back to the crew that you stepped in with

Yea your like nascar people watch you just to see an accident
Knock you off the top and never have to hear where Aston went
Like he was never here, its quiet nothing but silence
Your an amateur dealing with me i know nothing but violence
A rap tyrant, spitting author, like Star Wars Luke im your father
In The Rap Game im a super star your a** is just the starter
Call me hip hop's Kobe this ***** acts like Gasol
Think your big s**t but im the one standing tall
And i still rep SA with a flow you've never heard
I put 210 on the map just like The Spurs
Im headed for the charts, right after i take out your heart
Flo too much for to handle call my lyrics to your face a brain fart.  

[L0rde]

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a n***a Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.

ast0n mar- slash shoulda been a nascar
burnin mad far past the a** who thought his jag was a fast car
you in a lower tax bracket. aim at ya back then take a crack at it
smack dab it in the middle and leave it broken like a bad habit
dag nabbit. flo put himself in these type of positions
you will never have bars like mine; stay in your jurisdiction
yeah ya flo IS worse than crazy; you soundin like hallucinate to me
Direct-ly shootin at you actors; ******** around and get written out the scene
spit sumthin foul from out the spline. then like palpatine
toss you over the edge and hit the bouncin scene
you ain't been to war wit a force to be reckoned with
put ya good foot forward and i'll send it back to the crew that you stepped in with

Yea your like nascar people watch you just to see an accident
Knock you off the top and never have to hear where Aston went
Like he was never here, its quiet nothing but silence
Your an amateur dealing with me i know nothing but violence
A rap tyrant, spitting author, like Star Wars Luke im your father
In The Rap Game im a super star your a** is just the starter
Call me hip hop's Kobe this ***** acts like Gasol
Think your big s**t but im the one standing tall
And i still rep SA with a flow you've never heard
I put 210 on the map just like The Spurs
Im headed for the charts, right after i take out your heart
Flo too much for to handle call my lyrics to your face a brain fart.

this lame tard ain't hard.my bar type? deranged sars
make ya face shard when i pull that black thing like a race card
So Amazing; you rep for me. so i'd expect a lil more respect for me
get battered and maimed. shots leave you scatter brained; telepathy
blame the west of me for bangin on you niggas. and the rest?
could give a ******** s**t about this b***h like turrets
im such a mess; nasty flow. flo just look nasty
rough up the track wit punchlines; i wish a ***** would throw a hook at me
my cross hairs'll leave you cross-eyed; hard to look at me
ast0n martin ridin, hood passin. i dont trip cause i can hook nasty!  

[Prophecy247]

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Hallucinate THB

Batter up, I've stirred up more hard hitters than my last gurlfriend.
For the last time, I'm running you over again like a squirrel's end.
And I tend to send fake commandos back to acting school wit Sylvester Stallone
Because although you're a good pretender, real murders don't use pixelated graphics, they kill alone.
You call yourself Youn Flo but your flow aint nothing new.
You call yourself a general but you've got nobody to follow you.
I spit with ease so well that my tongue bleeds.
You're like a mouse in a trap, you want my cheese.*
But unfortunately wannabe G's get diseased,
When they get more than they can stomache, nonstop bodily functions.
Like before, spitting nothing but s**t, and eating like it at protestant unemployed group luncheons.
You're pathetic, a disgrace to the game.
Make your name None Flo but imaginary numbers can't be expressed rationally, so all mathematicians claim.
Your s**t's so lame its found in the background of ******** Full House episodes.
Your lyrics make no sense like Strept throat RNA leopard codes.
And decode the code as my opponents erode, venomous hold,
My adversaries pretold, too bold to understand consequences,
I kill common sense and blast through you like ballistic evidence.*

*Get it?

who you think you foolin? Spittin out my crowns; my team be rulin
Creepy goolin. I'll end ya riot quick like a sleepy hulagan
Let me lay down the rules again while ya b***h give me tutorin
You's the bin; I trashed the track. I'm a movin sin
Doomed to pin my way to the zenith. More bars than a sepena
My flow is like roggets. This hoes flow is like Regina.
Misdimena bars; how you expect to amount to a n***a Spittin felonies?
I'll let the clapper snap at you; flash! Let him die like a celebrity!
Loose cannon paparazzi
Did I mention my wrists be rocky and I'm fresh as if somebody shot me?
Joes flows is sloppy! I got my own writing style; tell this hoe to jot me
You can call me Ast0n Martin, but I'm murder in that mazzerati

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.

ast0n mar- slash shoulda been a nascar
burnin mad far past the a** who thought his jag was a fast car
you in a lower tax bracket. aim at ya back then take a crack at it
smack dab it in the middle and leave it broken like a bad habit
dag nabbit. flo put himself in these type of positions
you will never have bars like mine; stay in your jurisdiction
yeah ya flo IS worse than crazy; you soundin like hallucinate to me
Direct-ly shootin at you actors; ******** around and get written out the scene
spit sumthin foul from out the spline. then like palpatine
toss you over the edge and hit the bouncin scene
you ain't been to war wit a force to be reckoned with
put ya good foot forward and i'll send it back to the crew that you stepped in with

Yea your like nascar people watch you just to see an accident
Knock you off the top and never have to hear where Aston went
Like he was never here, its quiet nothing but silence
Your an amateur dealing with me i know nothing but violence
A rap tyrant, spitting author, like Star Wars Luke im your father
In The Rap Game im a super star your a** is just the starter
Call me hip hop's Kobe this n***a acts like Gasol
Think your big s**t but im the one standing tall
And i still rep SA with a flow you've never heard
I put 210 on the map just like The Spurs
Im headed for the charts, right after i take out your heart
Flo too much for to handle call my lyrics to your face a brain fart.

this lame tard ain't hard.my bar type? deranged sars
make ya face shard when i pull that black thing like a race card
So Amazing; you rep for me. so i'd expect a lil more respect for me
get battered and maimed. shots leave you scatter brained; telepathy
blame the west of me for bangin on you niggas. and the rest?
could give a ******** s**t about this b***h like turrets
im such a mess; nasty flow. flo just look nasty
rough up the track wit punchlines; i wish a n***a would throw a hook at me
my cross hairs'll leave you cross-eyed; hard to look at me
ast0n martin ridin, hood passin. i dont trip cause i can hook nasty!

He keeps spitting bad crack like some drugs he injected
Its ok if nobody likes you Astons used to being disrespected
My flow is your surgeon because it removes your vitals
You look like you came ready for a ******** dance recital
But you dancing with the devil like they say you got two left feet
I think its best to retreat or else you'll face defeat
Make him fall flat then slit his throat with a razor
This niggas coming at me with cards im spitting lasers
Got that Cyclops flow while So has a dry spot in his dough
Thats because i robbed you after i knocked down your front door
Flo will take yo ho and keep taking until you have nothing more
Said all he got left is his rhymes but what do i want that s**t for?  

[L0rde]

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Ast0n_Martin

Youn Flo THB General

Can't out speed Flo im riding in the jaguar
So when i pass you up all you see is road fire
Don't mess with this i'll run up in yo crib like a vandal
Put my arm around your throat and call that s**t a man handle
Your slaughterhouse i dismantle, i destroy everything sentimental
My flow is worse than crazy its something like extra mental
Words are detrimental, but this was just a free sample
Kill yo whole family then hide em in the closet with your sandals
I put words together as if this was a game of scrabble
His words are so ignorant it could be mistaken for baby babble
Rattling my cage only gets me enraged
So keep talking s**t but watch out for the 12 gauge.

ast0n mar- slash shoulda been a nascar
burnin mad far past the a** who thought his jag was a fast car
you in a lower tax bracket. aim at ya back then take a crack at it
smack dab it in the middle and leave it broken like a bad habit
dag nabbit. flo put himself in these type of positions
you will never have bars like mine; stay in your jurisdiction
yeah ya flo IS worse than crazy; you soundin like hallucinate to me
Direct-ly shootin at you actors; ******** around and get written out the scene
spit sumthin foul from out the spline. then like palpatine
toss you over the edge and hit the bouncin scene
you ain't been to war wit a force to be reckoned with
put ya good foot forward and i'll send it back to the crew that you stepped in with

Yea your like nascar people watch you just to see an accident
Knock you off the top and never have to hear where Aston went
Like he was never here, its quiet nothing but silence
Your an amateur dealing with me i know nothing but violence
A rap tyrant, spitting author, like Star Wars Luke im your father
In The Rap Game im a super star your a** is just the starter
Call me hip hop's Kobe this n***a acts like Gasol
Think your big s**t but im the one standing tall
And i still rep SA with a flow you've never heard
I put 210 on the map just like The Spurs
Im headed for the charts, right after i take out your heart
Flo too much for to handle call my lyrics to your face a brain fart.

this lame tard ain't hard.my bar type? deranged sars
make ya face shard when i pull that black thing like a race card
So Amazing; you rep for me. so i'd expect a lil more respect for me
get battered and maimed. shots leave you scatter brained; telepathy
blame the west of me for bangin on you niggas. and the rest?
could give a ******** s**t about this b***h like turrets
im such a mess; nasty flow. flo just look nasty
rough up the track wit punchlines; i wish a n***a would throw a hook at me
my cross hairs'll leave you cross-eyed; hard to look at me
ast0n martin ridin, hood passin. i dont trip cause i can hook nasty!

He keeps spitting bad crack like some drugs he injected
Its ok if nobody likes you Astons used to being disrespected
My flow is your surgeon because it removes your vitals
You look like you came ready for a ******** dance recital
But you dancing with the devil like they say you got two left feet
I think its best to retreat or else you'll face defeat
Make him fall flat then slit his throat with a razor
This niggas coming at me with cards im spitting lasers
Got that Cyclops flow while So has a dry spot in his dough
Thats because i robbed you after i knocked down your front door
Flo will take yo ho and keep taking until you have nothing more
Said all he got left is his rhymes but what do i want that s**t for?

i treat the track like a wu-tang recon;
killin you dirty bastards wit flows complex like clingon
universal language. aim, shoot and subdue you into anguish
you ain't got no bars; you lookin more like the plaintiff
dang it. watch my slang bang like raw base. you all face
catchin every shot from the kid to the mouth's why ya talk taste
a lot like a flow i ******** over and over unsober
made it roll over, then it started actin b***h when i said its over
more over, ive ended more soldiers than blacc in the war guild
battle scarred bars prove ast0n_mar got war skills  

[John Flint]

The lethality of my rhymes make an unknown legality
My word cut up rappers suffering from vanity
Aggressive with no humanity frying circuits
Ask your computer to confirm it
You are just repeating versus like churches
2010 couldn't handle me so I got into a time machine
Pull out my death ray and melt you like ice cream
Bounce through time and space
Call you Prometheus tortured in one place
I have the nickname Atlus holding up skies
You're ******** with Sol so prepared to get fried
Cause I rap like George Washington, no lies  

[L0rde]

John Flint

The lethality of my rhymes make an unknown legality
My word cut up rappers suffering from vanity
Aggressive with no humanity frying circuits
Ask your computer to confirm it
You are just repeating versus like churches
2010 couldn't handle me so I got into a time machine
Pull out my death ray and melt you like ice cream
Bounce through time and space
Call you Prometheus tortured in one place
I have the nickname Atlus holding up skies
You're ******** with Sol so prepared to get fried
Cause I rap like George Washington, no lies

your raps is bad as brenda baby sittin little kids
when toss YOU in the dumpster is what she shoulda did
look it, kid. bullets pose as questions you get riddled wit
you bout as successful as bein sexual wit a little d**k
would say no homo, but even that relays as homo
cause all yall faggots sayin it; we just cant tell no mo
my flows sound like i showboat prolly cause they could float a whole boat
you loco. i'm local, but still be on some crazy s**t the globe don't
you the type to like my ex hype, but you can have at her
me and the crew already smashed like we fixed the flux capacitor
back to the future where dudes like you get used often as
target practice. aiming at the "atlus"; blow you off the map
caution cats like a "beware of dog" sign
ya flows be barely bacon(bakin); mines be nasty as pork rhynes
you long lived for short time. like dope heads you lookin to score lines
but none ya flows is comin thru like baracades on shore lines