Jason's Demise (GTO Diss)

It's a different type of breed of raps, you know that We must defend what we do You can't, you can't go poke the bell with an arrow and get mad because he bit you You can't do that You can't do that You can't say, he's a monster No, you can poke the monster Now understand, I ain't swinging with no made up shit Bout to get squashed, your whole facade is a layup miss Bar for bar, you ain't enough, you'll get switched off quick You ain't Escobar, your brick talks a Pixar flick Don't rap with the guards, stay on your hustle Don't you know I'm MJ, where the you Brian Russell Game six, all for the chip, I got the muscle So you gon' really take this L, go home and cuddle I think your brain waves is aching You must not know who you facing, Jason Try to dunk on Mutombo, you know I had a block Thought you mastered a class, but that's a paradox Damn, you bagging bitches out in resale That tenderoni is a shemale Then after this, don't ever think you'll prevail They ain't tell you back then, nigga, you weak still When I get on that stage, I am the illest When you get on that stage, you hearing crickets Better polish your flow and perfect your lyrics I'm serving your demise so the whole borough can hear it Scoring on you without moving a pivot Worried about pissing your bed, but now you're shitting You're weak 16s and nothing new to me, I'll bury you Have Doc shoot and read out your eulogy And Oompa Loompa mixed with a Koopa Troopa I'm Bret Hart with a sharpshooter, you done loser Your face remind me of Jaws and GoldenEye So get it clear, you ain't top ten, you below the line A.O.P., you got some BB-9s So I can give him the Jason, he looking teary-eyed He might need therapy after this reply My wristbands move more than your streams all combined Nigga, check the stats, homie Thanks for watching