Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
Sidekick
- Joined
- Mar 28, 2002
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Whos' this Super_Ludacris?
Listen up as I rip this ****.
I'm about to serve up a diss.
Listen up and you just might get it.
All you do in your rap is call out names.
A celebrity is in every other phrase!
That's not rhyming, that's not even close.
So I'm going to let my SHH-Unit make you a ghost!
I've been clled homophobic on more than one occasion.
These ignorant fools even assum I'm caucasian!
they got it in their heads that I'm just like Eminem.
But I've got some vitally important news for them.
You ****s are never gunna know what my background is.
It's not like it matters,
your heads are still spinning from my diss!
Your brains are reduced to tatters!
Spidey Freak's on a roll,
spitting his ****** lyrics.
but I'm about to toss him like a salad made by Dole.
He'll be watching his swatch watch, counting the ticks.
Sweat'll be pouring down his pimply face.
Qhile I'm standing here, thinking of what crappy rhyme to chase!
Which one should I rag on first?
Ah ****, none of them are even worth Mexican dirt!
All you ******s step in here and try and throw down.
But me and my crew are the only MCs in town.
So just back off, son, before you get hurt.
And I have to order your body six feet under the turf.
Listen up as I rip this ****.
I'm about to serve up a diss.
Listen up and you just might get it.
All you do in your rap is call out names.
A celebrity is in every other phrase!
That's not rhyming, that's not even close.
So I'm going to let my SHH-Unit make you a ghost!
I've been clled homophobic on more than one occasion.
These ignorant fools even assum I'm caucasian!
they got it in their heads that I'm just like Eminem.
But I've got some vitally important news for them.
You ****s are never gunna know what my background is.
It's not like it matters,
your heads are still spinning from my diss!
Your brains are reduced to tatters!
Spidey Freak's on a roll,
spitting his ****** lyrics.
but I'm about to toss him like a salad made by Dole.
He'll be watching his swatch watch, counting the ticks.
Sweat'll be pouring down his pimply face.
Qhile I'm standing here, thinking of what crappy rhyme to chase!
Which one should I rag on first?
Ah ****, none of them are even worth Mexican dirt!
All you ******s step in here and try and throw down.
But me and my crew are the only MCs in town.
So just back off, son, before you get hurt.
And I have to order your body six feet under the turf.


