A Homicide In Sugar Land (Diss)

[Just C]

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Who shot ya?
The Sugar Land Cartels.
Don't do coke move sugar by the barrels.
Move about as much weight as Cancer with his Barbells.
Don't do Heroin but move a lot of Caramel.
Mexi Earl Hicky feeling bad Karmel.
Smashing this Bastard kinda like R EL.
Talons be slashing leaving him scar'd WELL!?
You already know that I spit bars well.
How you gonna diss me when you don't rap?
And ya bars smell fishy though ya no Krab?
Acting like ya old school I'm here to let you know that.
Last dibs on a 40's the only time ya throw back.
Not killing, got squat, so flat.
Looking like a Bond villain, Odd Job, Bowel Hat.
Inca, Pacman, but don't throw jab.
Believe I get it in and make ya see stars no Zodiac.
Think ya flash man, no Kodak.
Believe I get it in yes ya better know that.
He scares Hoes and he gets no brain.
Mouth kinda like a bridge could swallow a whole train.
Got more skill in my pinky then ya whole frame.
Flow so monotone sound so plain.
Nobody even feel ya inside ya own plane.
Of Sugar Land where you reside.
You wanna try me?, then try another time.
I aint fucking round of the mind.
I will bend you're s kinda like Gella yes.
No friend of M.J, I'll make ya mind Bendy.
Do you comprende?
When you spit a bar it offend me.
It wind me up, weather no windy.
People who do dirt, yes I've know plenty.
Couldn't kick dust even with a known Sensei.
Kill Bill, run up with a semi.
Kill everybody, everybody in ya wedding.
No life spared even ya fiance's.
When I get up on beat's you know that it's fancy.
So tell me do you fancy ya chance aye.
I will get it in turn ya head in to blancmange aye.
Egg you on fishy fuck throw in caviar aye.
Have you run away on ya toes a-la Ballet/Barley Ali, Ali, Ali.