Dieselpower: I get ten fine hos Put ‘em in a line Go straight thru em I don’t pay a dime Let them rhymes show Foot ontop of grime No late grooming bitch I don’t run with slime What i got in mind Treat rap like a body Paralyze the spine This is just a hobby Wasted time with the concierge Inside the lobby Base these rhymes off of selling wares While feeling naughty Fuck! I ain’t gonna get no gifts this year Imma bout to cough smoke Piss out beer Imma go and teach you how to steer Right into the action shift down gears Make sure that the tires got thread You hear These niggas crack me up David Allen grier Make me get aggressive And your blood will smear Why you think I brought my gun in here? I can put a bullet Inside your ear And expand in you brain like a thought my dear Why you trying push my way your fear? Bitch nigga look I won’t even shed a tear I’m just tryna get this bread and clear it My nigga over here ain’t tryna hear it I told em chill Blaze here come the cops And still I get hyped off the Holy Spirit Started reading proverbs for the wisdom drops Landfill I bet holding down your best made lyric Dug more in the Bible while I trim the crops Big drill unfolding for the evil cleric They try to hit me with a falsified demerit You I’m trouble if you going against a Tamarit My rhymes elite Deserving of a golden Merit You’re lyrics weak it must be something you inherit Blaze a.k.a John Burgandy: We know the Mac you only use is for internet goon talk…