Kezzie G Diss

How the fuck does kezzie Believe he can test me/ Especially When nothing he's ever said has impressed me/ Even if he waves his white flag I'll beat him till he's red and blue matching the rangers colours correctly/ Put 2 9's either side of his spine and send him into permanent retirement like Gretzky/ Out his depth chest left wet when I spray him like a jet ski/ Then dump his body in the ocean, call it the dead sea/ He's a bitch boy with a B in his bonnet like a Bentley/ So watch as this British kid serve him this like my name was Jeffrey/ Kezzies not a g, only keys he moves r the ones in his pocket after he lock his doors/ He's like a midget boxer the way his punches always dropping short/ So when I say I'll knock him with shots his body can not endure/ I aint on about ciroq I mean I'll rock his jaw/ Leave this goose greyer than a rotting corpse/ If I ask him to look in the mirror and tell me what he saw/ He'd say....... "I see pride, I see power, I see a bad ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody" (Cool runnings sample) naaa he better take another look/ Cuz all I see is this brother is shook/ He's coming at me with them cryptic rhymes that sound like they was written in a puzzle book/ He's a fish out of water and that ain't even what I mean when I say I'll give him a double hook/ When I clock this bitch it's face for the win, hands down like 6.30/ Slice through him like a thick turkey/ Sub/ And it's a white wash like I just threw bleach in his mug/ This dude will get beat with a club/ Or I cud catch him beatin his meat and that's a real money shot when he's reached with a slug/ See I'm deep in the streets he's only deep in the tub/ So I guess you could say that he's easily plugged/ He ain't even a thug this bitch is retarded/ Like a vegetable so I'm clipping this parsnip/ When I give him that sharp hit/ Under his armpit/ He'll stutter when the Stanley blade cuts him like carpet/ I throw punches that make his guard split/ cuz every bar spit/ Consists of hardness/ and smart shit in measures equal, e equals this e(mc)ee squared off when I lay his carcass in a casket/ no bull even if kezzie ain't a Chicago fan I still leave his top red/ my glock ain't jammin like bob said/ But it'll still make him bob his head when he's hit with the hot lead/ He's not taking this I got it on lock dread/ And he'd have a better chance of winning if he called 3 friends and they hopped in a bobsled