A Fair One (Fat Joe Diss)

That's why I punched you in your face you fat motherfuckerBrooklynPapoosePapoose[Chorus:]East coast tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneWest coast tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneDown South tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneBeg for mercy it's controversialWhen I say shoot Pap, ya'll say a fair oneShoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Beg for mercy it's controversialR.I.P. to Stack Bundles, I'm sad you had to goInstead of you dying it should have been Fat JoeSpite ridiculous sentences, realerlist, gimmicklist, images, infamous lyricist, and I deliver with emphasisScars and blemishes burn em at sizzling temperaturesSpitting this syphilis, ignorant, Joe you sensitiveA dick with impotents, prick with benefitsYou quick to forget, remember thisI give head shots at high percentages,I invented this style, so now again at this, call it the genesisSince you a victim and don't wanna get hit againPut your hands up to the ceiling, then start surrenderingKillas adrenaline, gotta get rid of the middlemenOnce to the chin, with your mans in them timberlands, tremblingSending them gremlins, finish em, minimum ten of themGetting them dividends, spitting with Eminem, Fif and themNiggas who sit with him, get what they get when I'm giving em4 fifth in them, whole clip in them, tight gripping, ice picking him, stick it in him and enter like insulinMy answer this make them play instruments in your remembranceYour mens and them hemraging, injure him over the benjaminsDuke your famine like womens son, Lil Kim and themKilla was sending them, far from a friend of themNot feeling him, ladies and gentlemen look how I'm killing him[Chorus:]East coast tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneWest coast tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneDown South tell Joe to shoot me a fair oneBeg for mercy it's controversialWhen I say shoot Pap, ya'll say a fair oneShoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Shoot Pap (A fair one)Beg for mercy it's controversialI heard Fat Joe try to say he ain't get snuffedSomebody put something in his mouth my zippers stuckHis fat fingers cover the mic when he rapSo when he onstage you hear a lot of feedbackMan I hit hard as a dick, believe thatEven Fat Joe was forced to lean backThis ain't Hatton & Floyd, this ain't the Giants vs. the PatroitsHov & Nas, Beanie Sigel against JadakissMore like Obama versus Hillary, nothingA intelligent black man against a womanBaby your grandfather you bastardYou Lil Wayne's son, he should claim you in his taxesYour manager macho is so arrogant and lameYou stupid ass scarecrow, he looking for some brainsKhaled can't DJ, he trash with his handsAll washed up, a rusty ass tin manThe new terror squad is too ugly for a photoThey two bitches, they like darky and totoPunched you dead in your face, now you keep whiningAlways act touch but you the cowardly lionSo tell me how you gonna try to front on a godWhen you whole team pulled outta the wizard of ozPut em up, put em up, you lookin for some courageYou should'a had Geico InsuranceIn Miami they shot your car up, poor little bizitchI guess now you need the Geico LizardAnd you got robbed for you TS chainYou tried to buy it back, ain't that some BS manHe had your chain on the internet, yea I remember itYou was calling and begging, we heard the voice massagesWhen Remy Ma got cut, you ain't ride out partnerYou went to Western Union and sent her 900 dollarsTalking bout your whole squad got a scar in they faceThat means they were facing the person when they got scrapedAnalyze where your scars at cousinYour scars at the back of your neck, so that mean you was runningThe jails don't respect you, they know you don't bangCharlie Rock lost his eye defending your nameYou ain't even hold him down, this nigga's a lameNo bails bond, no commissary, this shit is a shameWhen the last time you visit somebody on rikersCall yourself god and eat pork with non-cipherYou don't look out for Big Pun kids, that's bananasYou a girl, your name should be Fat JoannaYou abandoned New York, why your chain say I-95 South instead of I-95 NorthScreaming Yadamean and Dade County out your mouthYou ain't repping the South Bronx, you rep Dirty SouthYou don't talk like no Bronx nigga, you a hoShout to all my real Bronx dude, Wassup MoThere don't call you crack cause you stashed crackThey call you crack cause your clothes young and they show your ass crackBitch how much change you got in your purseMad cause you got exposed when I lifted your skirtCaught you with some good blows so your chin must hurtI was always taught to hit the big ones firstTried to put his lights out, let the drama get darkApproaching Papoose I guess he was trying to get choppedWhen he got close to me I was trying to partThat nigga stinked, I wanted to ask him why did he fartTrying to size me up, what are you some kind of retardIt ain't the size of the man, it's the size of his heartYou speaking in tones, think he better stop that tongue playCause you don't want no gun playI'm hood, hit your limousine up in a HondayYour dudes can't even buy a sandwich on whole months payThis niggas a chump slay, he scared to flyI heard he be shitting on himself on the airplane runwayI just smoked a blunt, I'm hungryI'm bout to eat this coward up, I got the munchiesEveryday of your life should be Big Pun dayBecause before him your everyday was a bum dayAnd since you the biggest pig in the whole countrayI'm a speak pig latin, you fat igpay, you usspayYou give me a fair one MondayI'll smack you into next week and whoop you ass on SundaySome take beef serious, some playHomie I'm a hunter, I want prayYour man wearing them Clark Kent glassesHe ain't never win no fightSo I ran up on him and soon as I sent that rightTurned to Superman on me, tried to get so hypedI calmed em down, my left hook is kryptoniteWhen I stoved on you, you were shaking in your NikesAll in my face, you stepped on my Timbo twiceYou mad cause you called me and I spite so niceSo I had to whoop his ass like Kimbo SliceListen to your interview, you take so long to get to the pointYou talk to the break of dawnPut some bruises on your chin but they was goneOn youtube cause you had make up onRubbing your fat chin, talkin bout you look prettyThen got the nerve to say you used to be skinnyYou pillsbury doughboy, double neck, I've seen itSumo looking stup footage and not need itWalk up one flight of stairs and ready to stop breathingSquinting your eyes like your high, but not weedingKeep talking bout that footage but that was irrelevantCause everyone can tell that footage was editedNiggas tried to stunt on PapI went in my Cadillac and came back with a baseball batThey ain't put that on the internet, I wore them outShow me the video, I'll point them outI hit him with the bat, I hit him with the batI hit him with the bat, I hit him with the batI hit him with the bat, that cat ranThey used to call me Papoose but you could call me BatmanYou a hoe, I'll smack you with my backhandThe beat Pap, you cats can'tDenzel Washington, Will Smith, Fat Joe the rapperMacaulay Culkin, all of ya'll some good actorsJust take it like a man, you got beat upCan't fight one on one, you goofy punkThe trey 8, the trey pound, what he wantCome on man, I got more treys then free lunchMad cause I got a street buzzBut I ain't the first rapper to snuff you, Cuban Link wasYou far from a G, to me you just a jokeReal G's don't cut faces, they cut throatsYou walk around with cops, I walk with wolvesI don't like no elephants in my room