I'm Lil Carey diss on quick bars I ain't running my mouth no I'm running from the cops you say you flexing like a gangster but your flex is saying flop he slumped back on the couch popping off to PBS I blow yo ass off there ain't nothing left yeah I'm a kid but I'm a fucking prodigy come at me all day but there ain't no way you stopping me we all know you ain't but you playing like you tough then you say you gonna kill me but I'm calling on ya bluff it's boy George I bet this obese fag sings to he says he shot a crip but he's never even seen blue heard you sucked satin's dick so he'd let you play him toy story over bitch you best quit playing you gotta stop punkink for I start to push my knife through he claim he in a drive-by he really in a drive through you know I'm dissing when I blow yo fucking mind you wanna pickup the mic but you reach for the fries so fat mother fucker how it feeling in my jungle earth quake won't do much damage when his belly rumble he really is a big dog he licking on his balls hollow point in ya head and watch his body fall hit just put out you gonna get anhialated in that prison they gonna do too right leave you vialated he pop another pill probably think it makes him cool you wanting me to kill you ain't got time to waste a fool perhaps I should kill him or maybe I should send someone out to kill his mother fucking boyfriend I guess whichever would help the world the most pulling up with my burner I'm gonna turn you into toast all you animal fuckers look like princess and the frog he lost his career jerking off on the job his scope off ten feet so he always missing he claim he the devil when really he a Christian