My guy, if you wanna get dissed, it'll cost ya. This ain't no free game. To battle Ty Assassin it's gonna be three racks. Half up front. I got some fire lined up already. I'mma wreck his buster ass. Gonna light his squeaky voice rapper ass up, bonfire style. Talkin bout how he kills it - nah fam, I'm the grim reaper with these evil verses. By the time I'm done, he won't even THINK about steppin to me in the future. This clown won't know what hit him. I'mma bury his wack rapper dreams. He ain't never seein skills like mine. bout to drown him in this big pisser. So choke on these bars, Ty bitchassquitos. Your funeral bout to go Yo Ty, it's clear now you a fool, ya whole style wack and ya bars weak as pool water Comin at me, little man you betta watch ya mouth b4 these hands rearrange ya features Stay in ya lane lil homie, I'm the captain of this ship, capitan if ya feelin me You look like a first mate, ya place is below deck, ya bars got more holes than Swiss cheese Now you runnin ya mouth wanna step to me, that's a suicide mission ya stupid as can be These hands don't discriminate, they'll swing on any foe tryna test me We all see through ya facade, ya whole persona's fake like some phony NFT Talk all the shit you want behind that screen like a coward, out here you meek as a mouse is Shoulda kept ya clown ass opinions to yaself, now it's time to take the L like ya name was Elf Keep runnin ya lips ty, it'll be the last thing ya ever do Cause these hands don't play, I'll put you in permanent snooze Ain't no comin back from the beatdown I'm bout to deliver, your rap camp will mourn ya forever Shoulda stayed in ya place and kept practice, now it's too late, prepare for the casket, YA HERD!? So in summary, fuck wit me if you dare lil man but beware the smoke I bring These hands don't discriminate, they'll swing on foes like yaself who run they mouth and ain't bout shit So consider this a warning, keep my name outcha mouth or end up in the morgue snorin' Peace brotha, stay in a child's place, the adults is talkin so learn to keep ya face Yo Ty Misquitos, you bitch made mosquito Cuzzo you lame, you wack, you weak-o All you do is preach hate from the cheap seat But you ain't bout that life, you fraud ass MC Claimin you a killer but you soft as Kleenex tissue Talking loud but ain't nuttin' but a snitch and a snitch too Mad cuz your music don't bump Mad cuz these hoes don't give yo limp dick no hump Mad cuz I'm the champ and you just a jobber Mad cuz you living with ya mama and she still changes yo diaper Aint nothing you can say to hurt me lil homie I end careers while you boo-boo and cry homie I blow up spots like Hiroshima You bogus like Bill Cosby's libido Bitch made like the Goosebumps show I break you off like Fritos, you Tostitos My flows too livewire, shock and awe you like Iraq While you back tapping keys like a whack hacker jack So sit down, you lost, leave the rhymes to the boss Peace out, I'm ghost, holla if you ever grow some balls! #certifiedgoat #tyassassin #rapfamehalloffame