Author Topic: I C The Bitch In U (M Dogg vs. Trauma remix) (Read 181 times)

M Dogg™ · « **on:** November 02, 2003, 06:34:22 PM »

A bitch wit an attitude called Trauma
Come step to M like I'm Osama
Now what the fuck I look like dissing you buddy
But I still remember the days you wanted me to call you honey
Amazing that I could get shit 'cause this bitch is ashamed of being white
I ain't racist 'cause remember I used to help you with you sight
I stood by you when WC Killaz got evicted
And now you act like we wasn't homies but I'm Wicked
You a WC Killa yet you claim to be closer to God
You ain't been shit since you quit on the Killa job
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
Claiming to be Christian and a killa in the same sentence
Shoulda repented, on this past October
Get some beats besides that rock shit to spit over
Debating career is over 'cause you fuckin' acting
What trouble I see is that you getting the smacking
You backed in to a dangerous corner hustla
Lying on your dick, Well now it's my turn yo fuck H.E.R.
Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text
Went from Killa to Christian and now your the RepubliKKKan's best
It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
Bet you still take alcohol shot, yet you claim Jesus you got
When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood

Chorus:

I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find
The bitch in you but yo it's coming out

Up on this rap shit, Trauma, I'm calling out
I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse
This ain't no politics or religion, none of the above
I'm from the I.E., and everyone gives me love, niggaz gave me love
There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted ass bitch, I see through your Glass Shield
Had skills once upon a time with the Elite, yo
I'm a have ta wreck this southern KKK ho
I heard you a ho that don't even like rap anymore
(So what) I'ma have to treat this bitch to my Award Tour
And violate you, a great Christain who hates on what others do
You can't hit like a Mack 10, just a 22
I seen you, you ain't say shit to me
Trauma, I'm like that diamond charm, got you wanting to bling
It out, to me you ain't even a threat
A few years ago you was all on the nuts of the West
Guess you knew you're shit was done 'cause against me you ain't able
Trauma you and CWalker ain't banging shit but the table
See dogg you ain't got no choice but togive up the fight
Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic
Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you
Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch

Trauma-san · « **Reply #1 on:** November 03, 2003, 07:46:33 AM »

Well your style would be poetic, if wack shit even rhymed
You claims dont' get a response like a black man calling for one time
One crime, That, we all gotta see is how this bitch named Dogg
Thought he could fuck with T
Now, you say I'm hypocrite, I'm sayin one, doin' Another?
I'ma set the record straight about Unique and her pink ass brother
Back in the day, before I learned about the higher education
I knew good people on the net, and they lived all around the nation
Like my brother B-pLeAsE, you'll never find a greater inspiration
one of the originators, asked me to join a little Site that he was raisin
So I started writing news, back when there was less than half a dozen
Sites that you could visit and learn about the rap that we'd been lovin
Things we're goin well and fine, it was a nice little Dramtical experience
Lots of people looking up to me like I'm a role model for nothing serious
What kind of bitch like you would look up to a character like Trauma?
I was just a personality on a website that didn't matter
Now you get all pissed and emotional because I'm acting more my natural
Well fuck you, I didn't ask for you to put me on a pedestal

So we're gonna say it like this, because It needs to be said
You just said I aint' been shit since the time my father's been dead?
That's the reason I left the Killaz, now you can call me hypocritcal
But when your Moms died of an overdose, I was nothing close to cynical
I even gave you a job, when you was clearly punk
Let your wack ass editorials about how much Tupac dick you sucked
On our site when we was trying to branch out and add more content
Of course it took B 3 hours to respell all your errors when you brought it
Remember shit taking two or three weeks to get put up on our site?
That's because we were tryna break it to ourselves easy "Yo, this motherfucker just can't write!!!"

Now, enough of the past, lets talk about the present.
I wouldn't even have mentioned you if it wasn't for your attitude about shit like "Meccha"
How the fuck you gonna suport somebody that says my race should die?
"Nothing outside the race" you racist fuck, that's your motto line?
Well I'm outside your race, and it ain't never been a problem
You bringin' up my race in this diss, is worse then me diggin' up your dead ass momma
So here, lets tell the world about M Dogg's dirty little secrets
He's a racist, can't spell, he thinks he can rhyme, and his girlfriend lets his sister eat it...............

How the fuck you gonna teach when you can't even spell?
How the fuck is she a catholic when she wants your girlfriend's tail?
How the fuck you 2 can get a girl when you're both fat as hell?
How the fuck's a crackhead give birth to "Unique" Shamu the whale?

I don't give a fuck, this is over, I'm tired of even Dreamin
About you acting rational or your wack rhymes gettin' even
I won't read that shit, It ain't worth my time, like this clever rhyme that I'm bringin'
Just come to Charlotte & ask about the Seagal bros, Trauma & Stephen

Flip, Flop, Shit gotta Stop
when you step to Trauma you better talk the talk
Flip, Flop, I'ma bring it to ya hard
Talk about dead fam, Rhyme ain't got no heart

Flip, Flop, Shit Gotta Stop
When you step to Trauma betta talk the talk
Flip, Flop, I bring it to ya hard
Talk about your dead fam, ain't got no heart

I'm a bitch since I left WC Killaz, Huh?
Why the fuck did I leave WC Killaz, Bitch?

M Dogg™ · « **Reply #2 on:** November 04, 2003, 10:36:03 PM »

Finally... THE REAL M DOGG HAS COME BACK... TO DUB-CEE-CEE...

(Verse 1)
Alright fuck it, I never went below the belt but this one is threw, I had to show the bitch in you like I was Common and you where Cube/
And now you try to attack like this is what you want to do, stay the fuck off my nutts and maybe this battle would have went this far boo/
I Used To Love H.E.R., what you think that I wanted to diss a homie, I was putting you in check, you needed that shit you life's a wreck/
Whitey, my moms past and I still stayed strong, I do my shit, I still carry on, You pops dies what the fuck do you do, compromise you self for AmeriKKKa'z few/
Talk about how you are AmeriKKKican solder, but now you heart turns colder, The world threw you a bad deal, and you for reals started to cry/
I hate to say it but you ain't even lived a day in an Olague's life, Whitey, I survived real racism, molestations and abuse, no make up now, with us we threw/
I been threw starvation, the devils furry and even been jump by a local crew, in the end of it all, that's just the life of what many poor folk go through/
I was 140 pounds one time at my current hight, now I'm bigger with weight training and eating right, you think you know what's it like to be me, fuck you T/

This bitch done started something he can't complete,
This bitch done make me bring the heat,
This bitch done made sure I hit him with my limp dick,
This bitch done showed us all why his a bitch/
(Hold up homie why you still fucking with this bitch)
'Cause I got to show the world the spade that he is,
See Trauma I brought a simple diss to the table,
But I guess we all know lyrically you ain't able/

(Verse 2)
Alright homie now watch the Dogg drag you into his Junkyard, the street rat ese that will rip you out your stars and bars/
Seagal brothers ain't shit whitey, ask about the Lozanos, ask about Bullet, go ahead whitey I am related to a grip of real veteranos/
I'm true school, I'm G by blood I never had to marry into this shit, I never ask to live the life, but the Devil made me go into it I guess/
Lets get for reals, I never once looked up to you, I don't put a person like that, but I did think we was cool, and you try to put me down so fuck that/
I ain't the type to listen to racist talk, and see bitches like you still walk, you ain't got a real thought in your head since before Overseer and B-Please made up/
Poor little attention whore that just wants Trauma, I'll let Karma catch up to you, 'cause as of this point I'm threw, your Mormon, get more wives to cuddle to/
Oh, why would I diss you race, I got whites in the Elite, it's just your like Whitey, because you want to keep monorities at their feet/
You say I can't get a girl, I fucked more white bitches than you did total of all races, but why am I even wasting time with a bitch that sucks dick with his two faces/ (former liberal now KKKonservative)

LyRiCaL_G · « **Reply #3 on:** November 08, 2003, 02:39:06 PM »

yoooo who the fucks this mdogg!?!? damn u spit nuttin but pure heat in ya two rhymes............the way ya end ya rhymes are sick to............trauma got killed imo.......made to look pink is all this nigga got to say.............

i like trauma flip flop shit though,lol would have sounded good if nigga can flow........

but damn, mdogg simply killed him.............

speakin of m dogg and trauma.......i guess u to dont like each other or sum shit?
lol

peace